From here on out, I will not try
to stitch together separating clouds,
I will not stab
at what I, after all,
have no perspective
to clearly understand
The atmosphere has its own laws —
the vapors move on lines of pressure
I can’t see,
and even clouds with massive gaps between them
are still united in the common sky
As for this poem,
I’m not sure what I even meant,
and so it’s hard to know how it should end.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2016
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