To be a cloud
Bright and windy
Shape shifting
Patterns changing
Like flour sifting
Stormy and mild….upon
stage of open skies
Constant costume changes,
before one’s wondering eyes
Appearing…then disappearing
Houdini of the air
Here in one moment
And in the next…simply not there
Sun hider
Moon rider
Sky glider
Gentle…wild
Lightning tosser
Rain maker
High…low
Dramatic…mild
Bluster y…billowy
Poofy…pillowy
Every day’s a good day
…to be a cloud...
poem by David Whalen
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