Clouds

Now I feel

And love

The subtle

Seductive light

Of your gifts.

Clouds,

Simply clouds

In changing shapes

A windswept, living painting

Of air and water

And light

Thank you

Who’s to say

If anyone on this God-forsaken freeway

Got it while driving?

Surely they must have said,

At least,

“What a day,”

While changing lanes at high speed.

But I saw and followed your gifts.

© Daniel Roest. 2007