Fantastical Insight

My hand feels unsteady as I reach out, unsure of what’s to come. 

My hand meets the cold surface of the bus window, and it sends a chill vibrating through me.

Feeling the beads of water beneath my palm,

leisurely I rub my hand across the surface, searching for clarity.

Peering through the clear patch of the window, I watch the tempest rage in the bustling streets.

A blue color pierces through the sky full of despair.

I watch in awe, stunned by the surreal beauty that is destruction.

The Bird

The street lights gleam and traffic booms.

Behind all the chaos of the world,

a beautiful iridescent sky is on full display.

The clouds, a silent grey stretch across the vast field of orange and blue.

A lonely bird sits atop a traffic light in the center of the beautiful composition.

It is confused as to why, but nonetheless, feels compelled to reach towards the sky as it stretches its wings. 

It joins the silent sky and together they curate the perfect scene of serenity.