White

One day
gazing up into the bluest of blues
I saw a something
small and white,
    drifting…
It was
so far, so small in size
a glimmer to my eyes
just a speck of bright white,
          drifting…
No form
could be distinguished
Just a movement,
twinkling, star-like,
               drifting…
Is it governed by will
    or current’s whim?
It spiraled,
circled,
                    drifting…
Then another
joined in jest
and put my query
to the test
“It is will and whim”,
    I guessed.

They
spiraled,
circled,
                         drifting…