Bulbous cumulus humilis
interspersed amid azure.
A fleet of floating moisture.
That was the sky.
No teddy bears, continents or abstract objects.
Nothing more imaginative than their own bulk,
But that was all that was needed
A watcher, a waiter,
slouched on an embankment.
A keeper of wishes wanted.
That was him.
No chores, worries or niggling desires.
Nothing particular to do other than sit in absorption.
But his time was not wasted.