6/20/07 - Watching Clouds

Watching Clouds

The sky is as blue as my deepest imaginings,
full and limitless on this perfect summer day,
drawing me down to stiff dry grass
to lie flat, staring into endless indigo
and clouds alive in the wind.

When was the last time
I watched the play of clouds
in a sky such as this?

Churning, shifting, joining together,
white as egret feathers
dancing in the sky.

What has been so important and all consuming
that I could not lie down
on this sunny patch of grass
and release myself to sky?