Cloud’s Song
Why don’t you open
the red gingham curtains now?
It’s morning again.
Get your hiking boots laced.
Coffee percolates
the scent of your homemade life.
You can surrender yourself
to your mistakes. I will
be your witness.
Isn’t that why you sent me
from your childhood sky
across time and space?
I set sail on the sky
over the Catskills, over
the Green Mountains,
traveling out to go in,the trail map left by thosewho came before.
