it’s clouds I dislike
when my soul is cold
and hope must search
in their shadows
it’s clouds I need
to force a houseclean
or at least reduce the dust
on my library of regrets
it’s clouds I browbeat
if they come close
while the bright light of joy
is tanning my heart
it’s clouds with rain I love
so I can be alone with a
dry head poking around
my attic of feelings
It’s clouds and lives
who wander lost
under a single sky
that petition the sun
for what they need