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