2006 april 8
Weather or Whether Not
The clouds are descending into the treetops
To rest I suppose, to feel the buds bursting
Their limbs
The clouds are climbing down the trees
And coming out of the sky to visit.
One cloud comes in the front door
Brings a cup of water,
Wants tea to be put on, wants
To talk.
Never say no to a cloud, world traveler
With so many stories reduced to dew
Essence of the grassblades
Common of the underfoot
Another cloud came in the back door
Asked for a cup of sugar,
When you see clouds coming
Put on the teakettle.
These clouds were
Light and ephemeral
Like poetry on a good day
And grounded,
Salt of the earth types
Whispering to one another
And to me
Of time before and since
When people knew the nature
Of things
Now, spoke one cloud
To the other and me,
Tears streaming down
The face of its concern,
They seem lost from all
That surrounds them
That holds them aloft
That gives daily to their
Well-being.
The other cloud, now
Bucking up
Said
Lets enfold them all today
Looking out the window
I saw the fog roll in
I saw everything stop
I saw people quit and
Go have a cup of tea
And get out of the weather
Or knot.
© 2006 Robert Otto
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