Above the Clouds, Into the StormA Poem by Jacqueline Murray7 July 2014
One believes clouds are just an illusion until he
sees them from overhead in an airplane. Lighting is an even more nebulous concept until one can see the tops--- not the bottoms--- of the clouds floodlit by white. Too old now to fit in with the misfits, and too young for the lonely and disappointed. He drifts through and between mirrors, and in and out of glass. © 2014 Jacqueline Murray |
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