Poem: Clouds

I wish I could cherish 
The uncertainty. I wish 
I could float above 
The void like a cloud,

Happily ignorant 

Of the precipices

And chasms, and of 

The beautiful river plains 

As well – just drifting, 

Fulfilling the role 

Assigned to me 

By circumstance.

Looking ahead 

I would know that whatever 

I did was going to 

Turn out OK; not 

Because I knew 

What was coming,

But because I didn’t. 

Looking behind 

I could see no trace

Of where I’d been,

Or what I’d done.

But that wouldn’t matter 

Because I rained 

Or shaded 

Or evaporated

On cue. 

I had a shape on earth

But left no mark. 

I belonged but 

Never over-stayed. 

I made life possible 

For others without 

Colouring their minds. 

I removed myself 

For their celebrations;

Yet enfolded their doubts

With gloomy darkness. 

I had no need of companions

But never traveled alone. 

I was but was not. 

I became without form. 

I made no move but

encircled the earth. 

I was always 

The obedient servant

Of the sun.

5/2/19