Mister Cloud

A cloud drifts in the corner of the sky,

my head shifts to center it in my eye.

I see you cloud, you carefree being,

I watch you closely, imagine what you’re seeing.

I take note of your shape, and watch you dance,

you fear the sun will dissolve our romance.

Smarter than a moth, but dumb as a rock,

I envy you still! Even as you mock.

But you cannot see, or imagine, or breathe.

You cannot feel or fear, there is no need.

You simply move, with no effort made,

a friend of the wind, or maybe a slave.

Or maybe just vapor, with no other name,

Just my imagination, creating your fame.

Oh old man, young child, and widow,

why must you observe me,

through the dirt on your window?

Why do you ask and plead

with such wonder?

As if I had a voice other than thunder.

Some of you see my shadow as a burden,

while others choose to show envy with a pen.

Some of you think I make shapes for show

while others don’t notice, as my tears grow.

I watch you search the sky for a clue,

no rain today, just white and blue.

And through all of this, I lay in my sky,

and see you shift your head, to center me in your eye.