by Kory Milar
A long white trail across the sky
Like a brush stroke slowly painted
Upon a limitless blue canvas
I look down for a moment
Lost in creativity
When my gaze meets the sky once more
The creator has vanished into the sun
And the blue has begun to engulf the
brushstroke
A fleeting message, one straight line
A single scar mars the azure skin of the
universe…
and then it’s gone.
I like to pretend, for a moment
That God was bored up there
So he ran his finger, ever so slowly,
Ever so gently, along the barrier,
Between Heaven and Earth.
