ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
A GLIMPSE
for weeks we looked at the sky
the clouds! how much more beautiful
than ever!
piling up in complex forms and stretching out
catching every shade of light
to color themselves
it was like another world
drawing close enough to see but
just out of reach
the clouds!
while the whole land grew hotter
dried out and hard
hopeless
the grass empty and streams stilled
up there you could see it
a park and playland full of wishes running on easy roads
the place our lost calm drifted to
the home of our other selves
and all the crazy things we do in our sleep
in the valleys of it you could
just about see people of some sort
out with their animals on a walk
over our heads
and some tried shouting up to them
to ask what they could see from there
that was coming to us next
but the space between was too great
the words fell back discouraged
and it seemed the white and gray
shapes of them pulled back
so nothing could come across
but the beauty of it and the quiet
and that was all we had
the clouds! the clouds!