any of my readers a clouds kinda person?
I like stars too, but can't get away with saying that nowadays with people around me rebutting that they are probably just satellites.
What a special thing it is,
to be able to sit still, and stare
upon blue, as far as the eye can see
and to ponder without a care -
Without a worry of time lost,
of seconds that you can't get back;
without reflexively making a mental list
of things undone; without keeping track -
Whether clouds are sentient beings
that they can meet and separate.
If they say hi each time they adjourn;
if they are ever late.
Whether they'd be happy
if you could join them in their sky.
If they'd take you into their circle;
if they ever sighed, or cried.
If they always huddle to discuss
what formation they should get into today,
And how they then, without sound or signal,
synchronise in resplendent array.
As I transcribe these thoughts to black and white,
I glance up at the sky,
the clouds of before have dispersed again,
with nary a goodbye.
So I'll end this little musing now,
this time so precious and rare;
and look forward to the next special time I have
to just sit still, and stare.
PS: Suddenly, a flash of lightning.
