We are clouds
individual
and collective by nature
changeless-ever-changing
drifting into our eyes
and across our minds.

We cannot live in
photos or paintings--
inspiring, but hanging
dormant like billboards
and traffic signs.

We can awaken
when angry
fire and fury
torrents of rain
hail damaging

Then Zephyr comes
to appease our anger
  --god’s of the sky--
peace treaties pending.

Drifted in like an angel
ahead of a storm front
thunder and lightning her silhouette.
She brought in less
threatening clouds to
comfort her when storms
kept her angry cold and wet.

At times dark clouds look ominous
and high winds are surely threatening war--
Then out the blue
allies flank this enemy
blowing away
the fiery vaporous Thor.

We float into wintertime
into its storyline
Drifting in and out of space
and time through seasons
of wind hail rain or shine
(essence of
our collective and
connected minds)

Billowing Cumulonimbus.
Dark Nimbostratus.
Thin Sirius basking in sunshine.
Shapeless grey clouds of snow.
Cold drizzle reigns.

Funnel clouds
cyclone
monsoon
hurricane
typhoon
bursting through
atmospheric membrane.

We can be moody
boasting large volumes
but revealing far-less mass.

Passively aggressive
boasting less volume
but revealing a lot of mass.

We are clouds
changeless-ever-changing
drifting into our
eyes and across our
interconnected minds.