Almost Without Metaphor


Clouds this morning

tinged pink and bluegrey
cross two coinciding mountains,
they move deliberately in a swift west wind
not like anything but water vapor
held by hydrogen bonds (the colder the better),
they glide suspended over pine,
hemlock, oak, and spruce.

Clouds being warm, bonded, h-2-o,
the pine,
hemlock, spruce, and oak
will drink to satiation if graced by any such vapor
meeting more frigid air and rain falls
not like anything but clear liquid
that has found itself in a cool bowl
of
gravity

Jim Culleny
5/21/19