Cloudy Liberation
To: Impossible desires
The billowy clouds
Wander across the vast blue sky
Aimlessly drifting, for that is their job.
To float forward and back, down and up
Surveying the world below with splendid indifference.
Sometimes they feel content with their niche,
While other times they feel the world below needs a cleansing.
However we might protest it is not our say.
We have no input in the matter for we cannot stop the clouds.
Try and try though we might they are forever above our grasp
Never to be captured, conjured or held
Each one different from the next taking the shape of whatever it wants to be,
Like a chameleon blending into the background, becoming as it wants to be seen.
They pay us little mind for we rarely give them much attention either.
For they are just fluffy white scenery
With scant to do in the hustle and bustle of daily life.
Oh how lovely it would be to waft through the sky as a puffy white cloud.
Together but separate from the
Chaos of the mundane world they overshadow.
To be alive, with but one job to slide about freely.
(2013)
