Floating Silhouettes
I began in a cloud—a gloopy existence, unsure of my shape. My companions drift beside, whispering current thoughts.
Gravity beckons. The air teems with muted chatter, a blur of colored umbrellas beneath scattering.
For an instant, I touch leaf, slide brethren-gathered. Through city's clamor below, the paavement awaits.
Downward we fall, the puddles forming fleeting mirrors of fleeting faces. The brief kaleidoscope holds time.
Memory shrouded, bouncing reflection of unknown intonations in shaded cars.
Awaiting eventual merge, unseen in ground's thirst.