Broken forecast

Forecast is sad
Broken clouds expected
Hanging in pieces
Suspended in blue.
Could it be healed
Patched together
Bits of pieces of white
Made whole?
The pattern of the stars obscured
Like these thoughts of words
Of how can something break
So easily
And the moon laughs as I watch
The wonder of it all.
Playing with sky forms
As the lazy heart floats by
Quite whole
Not broken
And quite perfect
And I smile at the sign
That somewhere I am heard
And the gifts of the universe
Fall effortlessly.