today the clouds
are ice flows
in an artic blue ocean
steppingstones
my mind skips over
trying not to fall in
not as slow as
a polar bear would creep
across the sky
hunting for
its thing
in another world
though I seek nourishment here too
the same old hunger
but in a new place
I’ll know it when I grab it
from the everyday banter
or catch it leaving
out of the corner of my eye