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