Skyward

I rest on

The stiff wooden bench

With a view of the lake.

I scroll on my phone,

Oblivious.

I then look to the heavens,

But see little there,

Just endless ribbons of cloud

Strung over blue.

My mind wanders.

If they bore me so,

The endless ribbons of cloud

Strung over blue,

Will I care when

The sky is gray with ash,

All trees made into

Lavish houses,

While most people are homeless,

Starving.