Here’s to continuing to write something every day in order to keep that fire going. Today’s poetry edition comes from some reflections I made while driving home through a thunderstorm from seeing a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. It’s not very long, and poetry has never really been my thing, but there’s a first time for everything, right?
Do you think the clouds feel heavy
When they carry seas in their bellies,
Waiting to unburden themselves in a downpour,
Or a slow drizzle when they can’t bear the weight
Of a thousand tears pulled down by gravity?
Do you think the clouds feel lost or lonely,
Drifting along the atmospheric tides,
As perpetual nomads with no rest,
Traveling by night and by day,
Not knowing where they’ll go or arrive?
Do you think the clouds would tell their stories
Of the endless journeys they’ve made,
All the lands and peoples they’ve seen,
And all the waters they’ve weathered and crossed,
If we only just asked them to?
Do you think we’d even believe their words
If they told us everywhere they’d been,
Places we humans can only dream of,
Untold, unseen, unexplored, and unimaginable?
Do you ever think about the clouds?