A Sparkle In The Sky

There were clouds, strengthening air, clean pavements leading to God.

Moving forward, only the eye could maintain the necessary focus.

This isn’t of the utmost objectives. No, this doesn’t merely count.

The time it takes to write it, well, what was there to measure?

So for now, nothing matters. Or, will you make it so?

Will you begin to appreciate this moment more, or will it fade into nowhere

Gone against the grains, against the wind. Traveling so far out of reach,

Does it matter? So, off cant.

Now it is gone.

By Brandon Mecella

I am a Philadelphian, a poet (the greatest alive, of course), and I'm loving what is on T.V.