Colorful sky
I miss you, Clouds
Appearing, then gone
To somewhere else
I would walk, barefoot,
bereft, of any care
atop your crowns
to see the world, to lift me up-
take me where the world is turned.
You, a stranger,
a curl of white
against the blue
that keeps me behind
You pass me,
following the others.
Wherever chance takes you.
I am glad I saw you.
I picked you from the rest,
hopeful stranger,
appearing, then gone.
To somewhere Else.