“Mist around a mountain: all reality is there.”
― Marty Rubin
—
have you ever been inside a cloud?
among the excited drops
their exuberance in a dance
that kisses your face
and touches your finger tips
the trees summon the splattered water
conjure drops
raining on the leaves
on the black coat of a squirrel
crossing the street without looking
the mist covers the world
so you can meditate
among the wet air
and damp soil
look up to the tiny pine cones
among green needles
to the balls of water hanging on to the leaf-less branches
how can liquid turn into pearls?
i wonder,
can you desire something you already have?
it’s not so bad
to hide,
i muse
my eyes
see through the fog
only until the next step
to the mountains
i am faded
to the ocean
i don’t tread
inside this cloud
—
tell me, have you ever been inside a cloud?
—
Beautiful imagery! My 6 year old was sitting with me and I read your poem out loud to her. She enjoyed it too. I love how you say the “liquid turn into pearls.”
awww i’m very honoured you shared my poem with her x
Our pleasure! I like reading poetry to her and to see her thinking as she listens to the words.
Beautiful image and poem. Very thought provoking for me as one more often than not inspired by nature.
Have you ever been inside a cloud?
Adrift over land, over sea, over my own shadow
Cast down from the sun, too close flown.
Thanks for stopping by the Go Dog Go Cafe today!
Stephen
Thank you for sharing beautiful words Stephen
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Great imagery!!!! Beautiful! 💙
Thank you, Patty x
Wonderful vivid individual images that sweep the reader into the scene – great read!