THE NATURE OF HUMAN SHIFTS
Clouds
Yesterday morning and noon,
I was flying miles high and fast
Over the city as it rushed away.
I looked out the window
Squinting at sunlight and white fluffy moons.
We have always been fascinated by clouds,
And as I watched them slide away,
Captivated and mystified,
I wondered why.
They are crystal movement caught motionless,
Elusive wisps clumped and escaping,
Suspended, trying to roll away,
Grounded on an invisible sky level,
Standing on their toes, frozen ballerinas.
We are not so different, if not so graceful;
A growing embodiment of intangible thoughts and ideas,
Each made of the same essence,
But rounded and whisked in design
As we merge and separate and glide past each other,
Moving on the same plane that carries us through,
Pretending we move ourselves.
Nothing but unique shapes, made of wisps,
Moved by wind.
Yesterday morning and noon,
I was flying miles high and fast
Over the city as it rushed away.
I looked out the window
Squinting at sunlight and white fluffy moons.
We have always been fascinated by clouds,
And as I watched them slide away,
Captivated and mystified,
I wondered why.
They are crystal movement caught motionless,
Elusive wisps clumped and escaping,
Suspended, trying to roll away,
Grounded on an invisible sky level,
Standing on their toes, frozen ballerinas.
We are not so different, if not so graceful;
A growing embodiment of intangible thoughts and ideas,
Each made of the same essence,
But rounded and whisked in design
As we merge and separate and glide past each other,
Moving on the same plane that carries us through,
Pretending we move ourselves.
Nothing but unique shapes, made of wisps,
Moved by wind.