When Clouds Come Down to Play






At 20,000 feet
looking down at the clouds
I marveled at how
they looked like drifts of snow
and thought: maybe the clouds
want to be touched
so in a rush to be first
they scatter themselves
into a million little flakes
and then reassemble
on the ground, waiting
for children's hands to
fashion them into
glorious shapes

No comments:

Post a Comment