In the Clouds

I was lost in the clouds,

where I discovered myself

I used to stare into the clouds

sauntering on nimbus thoughts

floating yet grounded,

billowing in the smoke

with thoughts in shapeless forms

forming mirages of substance

absent a solid foundation

free of the commitment

of being

committed.

collages of sky blues and pillowy ivory whites

contrasted with thunder laden grays and ominous deep dark

blues.

I searched for meaning in the clouds

longing for depth,

yearning for answers.

the answer.

the clouds roll on and along

but now,

I

am ever present.

as the fog lifts slowly

I

acknowledge my self,

to myself.

and,

I

learn to be like the clouds