Sky littered with clouds
Heading east, heading west
Depending on how you see it
Repetitive patterns mirror
but don’t mirror the wide open sky
Glassy pyramid, cold and empty
Going nowhere
Pointing up or pointing down
Diamonds or squares
Connected yet not touching
The ground, same same
Patterned, but different
All in the grand flow of things
A dark figure, a part of it all
What patterns can be found
Is she the same as us?
In a space she should be crowded
She is all alone
Or is she?
Our patterns all around her
Invading her space
That we all share