On the way to class today
I found a bag of clouds
Bouncing on the fresh-cut grass
Making soft sounds

Sounds that touch your ears like cotton
Sounds we have since long forgotten

As I picked it up
It began to shake
Damp as all and every death
From the rain the clouds make

I ventured then to look inside
“Like Pandora” thought my curious mind
And just as She, I did then find
The contents at once left the bag behind

And soared, now free
Through ****** air
Blotching the blue
With their long grey hair
And cried upon the earth
Missing the ocean, their place of birth

Soon an ocean did arise
Between the earth and the skies
And despite my human cries
The water rose above my eyes
And so I found something that floats
And stole their cage to fashion a boat




And as these children of the sea
Rained and rained eternally
All of their memories
Washed over me

Finally my makeshift boat
Reached my morning class
I wondered where the clouds would go next
But decided not to ask.