Ideas and Poems

Clouds and Earth

Would it be worth
the endless spiralling tumble
to Earth
to lie on a cotton cloud?

To fall from the arms of a god
onto the soft pillowy expanse.

Would losing the breath in your body
be worth the knowledge
of the feathery clouds on your skin?

Would the few moments of nothing
but cotton white
be worth the wind
snatching your seconds away?

Your body still on the ground
the picture of the clouds

imprinted on your skin.