Scene 220: Like an Ark

The clouds fell

as I laid on my back

floating in the wet grass.

I think.

And breathe.

Like those before me,

as I stared at the sky. Meanwhile,

a purple dove flutters

strangely.

I stare.

And breathe.

Like those after me,

I stare at this phenomenon.

I reach my hands

up in a daze

to cling unto the wings

but they flutter away.

I stare,

wishing I could breathe on the wings

of that dove