you who generate clouds
are indispensable
you fling them up
as if they were mere vapor
your visions
are unsurpassed
much like cloud yourself
you may be dark or bright
free and light or stretched
like a cowl under stars
in daylight, white grey saffron pink,
at night you draw curtains cross a moon
but you are not mere mist
as you stride and dance with wind
waving wings to fan the air
you cool it down to give us drink
Jim Culleny, 8/2/18
Blink 