Luke Sinclair

First published in Emergence an anthology by the JHCC Writer’s Guild

I took my first glance of sky!

Crystal to ice blue as I took my first gaze through the window.

The window…
Streaked dirty pain crossed by 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 bars parallel created to be my
impenetrable portal to the heavens.

I can see the wind!
Slowly summoning and beckoning the marshmallow clouds in an oh-so-slow race across my gaze.

No concrete, numbers, or bars. Just the endless expanse of pasture for the ever billowing buffalo clouds.

One day I’ll be a cloud and I’Il move with obese slowness across someone else’s gaze.

But today…

I took my first glance of sky.