Visitation from a cloud

Lying on my back and looking up

I saw a wispy shape

whose form and subtle movement

suggested whirlpool

or something slower

a curling in the fold of air

a blanket

a soft expression of the love

that swaddles us

but lets us fully breathe

gives us room and impetus to fly

this deep and tender caring

we call sky.

I tried to write these words

but upside down, my pen

would not cooperate

I sat up, shook it, made it write

and then looked up

The cloud was gone

but not the memory

of what it had conveyed.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 13, 2011