Through the window, ajar ....

Through the window, ajar, 
I pause and stare, 
at the moveable feast of creation, 
high up in the sky, 
The Master Painter, intensely at work.  

Frescos and air brushes on vast canvasses,
A swirling current of clouds I saw,
What a majestic sweep of eternity,
Blue and white  scattered  across the heavens,  
I chanced upon the sky.

It was an overwhelming moment, 
too much to comprehend and appreciate, 
I tiptoed my thoughts back into my dungeon,  
back to my routine of mindless drudgery 
maybe another day, this world of Art !