CLOUDS

I was lying flat
on my back
on the wet sand
Looking into the
deep blue sky
Cloud forming shapeless
shadows on my body
Clouds above changing
a hundred shapes
Shapes dissolving and reforming
I got up and walked
wet sand making squeaking sounds under my feet
my inner conflict itched sharp
solution was there to grasp
It is all about dissolving and reforming

K.V.Radhakrishnan