Clouds

Clouds by Robert G Parent 

Beautiful Winter Day 

Sun's out, it's 36 degrees Fahrenheit 

cars naturally flow on the city's streets. 

People walk down Elm street 

going in and out of shops and grills, 

I sit at the bus stop. 

Looking up I see cumulus clouds 

float and change shape 

in a dance of air currents 

in a state of constant change 

naturally they move 

just being and not thinking. 

Creating bunnies, Angels, and Aliens 

or whatever we say they are 

to think, to ponder, to create, 

to flow and be one with the one spirit. 

the one spirit with many names 

to change as we choose 

based on perception's scene 

Weather be you neighbor, 

your job, or God 

or just clouds Dancing 

above you heads. 

to love, see, and change 

is our natural way.