Monday 17 February 2020

Cloud scapes


I spend my birthday looking down on stunning cloud scapes
Beautiful landscapes
Only existing for that brief moment
Before they swirl and change
Into a new wonderful creation
I think on this brief glimpse of perfection
thoughts guided by a book on perception
A metaphysics on quality
Dividing it into dynamic and static
I feel the dynamic
In myself and the clouds, constantly moving
I find it hard to fit into the static
For I am like air, a cloud,
Never fully formed or settled
Hard to grab hold of
I crave the earth, the grounding
To feel comfortable in familiar surroundings 
But I keep moving
Seeking out beautiful landscapes

My essence a changing cloud scape