I AM CLOUD.
I am Cloud, the powerful offspring
of water and gravity
Like a blanket I hang under Sun\'s heat, binding his fire
away from humanity with my cotton-cold fleece.
I Cloud am skilled at basking below heaven\'s dome
to nurse sky\'s ills as I scan ether\'s tone
and carry full blasts of iced fury for ignorant humans
daring to trespass on my line of duty.
I sleep with restive tornadoes
or hurricanes and keep snow-storms under my toes.
I am Cloud who hides bolts of terrible lightning
between my huge thighs,
who controls every rain-shower and will send
revenge on those offending my pride.
Yet I sometimes allow maiden Moon to peep into
my bedroom or break thru\' my roof.
and gently smile as night stars play hide-n-seek
round the edge my flimsy white frock
and frenetically glitter like dots of diamanté when
finding a hole in my overcoat pocket.
Sunsets and rises stretch my skin horizontally
as I blush to produce best coloured hues
and if in a light mood next morning I know one
yawn will drench all below me in dew.
Tho\' I, Cloud can bound like a fury over miles
in moments with showers or gales,
I am a changeling and have power to decide.
I can appear on some mission from nowhere
and alter weather\'s display in a moment.
I am able to rise like a sprite from high arena
or as a babe from the womb I Cloud can call
forcibly and will by uncorking my bottled genie
scream should you my position scorn.
So take care as I pass whom you laughingly
try to blow away with showy tomfoolery
as if you were my master.