Lorelei O’Connor of Beaverton, Oregon has sent us her poem for the white clouds.

Into this white cloud

near the curtain of midnight and Summer’s sun
comes the hand, embracing
all that is night, with all that is day
erasing time
where thought erases itself
leaping into paintings and undeniable freedom
where unbound light is pure light
Spring anew, breath as sacred
human life into new life
where dancer’s limbs are wings
artist sing in their mind
tears, of spirit, holding rapture for the few
daring its cut through the soul
Reach I say,
into every storm and darkened hole
winds shift
life to death to life again
for them, this sky speaks.

© Lorelei O’Connor