To be one with the Clouds

to be one with the clouds
the clouds move past
around and around our atmosphere
telling us the time

i yearn to touch a cloud
reach up and let my fingertip caress the gentle giants

to be a part of nature’s most fleeting beauty
the delicate puff of clear hazy magnificence

is it warm or cool
soft or surprisingly coarse

the feeling of a pillow in the sky
right there in my hand

the memory of touch will keep the sensation
safe, right there on my fingertips

to touch a cloud
for a brief, astounding, moment
gently coating me with mist

the embrace of the transparent wonders engulfing me inside
so that i may become one with the clouds
floating carelessly around, blanketing the gentle
baby blue sky