Sky, by a Question

Confusion painted the clouds today
with carelessness
leaving brush marks across the sky
Bitter air holds warmth today
they say -
as they pass under.
Obscurity cascades from the canvas, encircling
like an aura
murky and grey
Who are these nomads?
walking by -
Don’t they see the paint streaked sky?
So wrapped up in “who am I”
“Look up” I say. My lips remain
For Light steals Confusion’s reign
Approaching with embracing arms
reaching
heavy breath, preaching
To you, I wanted to say
Hope painted the clouds today
With luminosity
leaving clarity across the sky