Set Against The Sky Poem by James McLain

Set against the glowing sky
I hang between,
a cloud no two
lends credence to my thoughts.

Have you not appeared
to drift away,
or have you not arranged
to instead stay.

Look now, to you I'm not elusive
I'm now caught,
while in your hand
I shaking
test the borders where you are
and I will or I will nought
speak of others like this caught.

Muscles seldom used are used
by you,
each eye you use the colors choose
to see where I have been
as budding flowers change.

Reflections,
chase the shadows on the wall
so either stay or go
impressions on the window pane
to me they seem to look
some what like you.