BUSY SKY
The sky above my head was crowded
Criss-cross patterned in white on blue
Chequered skyline, busy world,
Now part of our life’s hullabaloo.
Lines so straight, all with a purpose,
Layered lattice above my head.
Each slowly fading into the sunset
As gradually into space they bled.
So many people in the air
Heading home or passing by;
Oblivious to this picture painted,
A modern life canvas in the sky.