Pensive Clouds Reflect on Themselves



Shapes in the clouds are

More sophisticated than I

Recall from childhood. They

Have read, traveled, expanded


Their horizons. Aged.

One of them looks

Like a man in a winter hat,

Deep in thought, wishing


He could see things otherwise;

Yet he looks wise enough

To know without seeing

What shapes moonlight


Could reveal in these very

Clouds. As he thinks, he blows

Steam from the rim of a sky-

Blue cup. The impetus of breath


Scuds the vapor. It moves

From him as if across

A sky among clouds,

One of which looks


Like a man in a winter hat,

Wise and full of thought,

Blowing a sigh of steam

From his vast blue cup.



January 6, 2008

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