the clouds came by my window this morning,
in between heavy eyelid bats.
I couldn’t tell if it was I who was moving,
or the cluster of terpsichorean shapes.
they paginated in fanciful flight;
my eyes reflected their flow.
drifting vagrantly, shadows of white,
a cumulous mass, united to roam.
the breeze falls beneath me.
I’ll never belong;
but will ever be free.
my existence begs
to call the sky home.
to gather when the elements feud,
creating umbrage of an imminent glow
to endlessly voyage a life form unmoved.