October 09, 2005

The Clouds

How easy it would be
to be scared of clouds.
as silent as they are massive
as arbitrary as they are menacing
shifting the pattern of blue and white
and changing sunny warmth
into purple shadows
and back again.

How easy it would be
to run off the edge of a cliff
like a flock of little puffy sheep
trying to imitate the little puffy cloud
happy, almost smiling, by itself
in the distance.

how easy it would be
to jump down the throat of a dragon,
to taste the fire at its source
before the flames begin to lick.
to feel the abrasions of its esophagus
and the warmth of its belly;
to be protected from the claws.

How easy it would be
to be afraid of clouds.
But I have seen them;
I have seen them before.

Posted by halsey at October 9, 2005 08:43 AM