Clouds

Clouds are knuckle friends,
The last to stay -

They stick around,

Hid by night,

Aimless in the day,

Such light clay for fantasy-

Shapes that bend and play

Into a thousand dreams-

A horse, a whale, a face,

A ship that's bound

Who knows where?

A waterless sea.

Unmoored, adrift,

Ghost cargo to

A nameless place,

No load to bear

Just a buoyant mist,

At any angle

And every idle glance,

They lead us on

A capricious dance.