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.

floating along,

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.