
Often the tumbling
clouds overhead
capture my deepest
mythic sentiments –
the cloud beings
that peek out
now and again
help keep these
worldly worries
contained,
right sized –
like balm on a burn.
Often the tumbling
clouds overhead
capture my deepest
mythic sentiments –
the cloud beings
that peek out
now and again
help keep these
worldly worries
contained,
right sized –
like balm on a burn.
The ocean brings
the entire sky
to our toes.
Sumitting
through a last crevasse
on Mt. Chocorua
and popping one’s head
into the great blue dome,
the birthing of a sky child.
Here, the doses titrated,
rolling clouds
framed by tree / field / barn.