Have you ever listened
to a cloud pass by?
The noise unmistakably familiar
but distant in return.
Fingertips close in reach
speculating: texture, consistency
longing but never touching
Each cloud
Unique, different
like one’s soul passed by
Few have experienced
attainment and connection
Yet even fewer
can explain it’s splendor.
A memory never
Shaken or forgot
Only to surprise your
fingertips like the adhesive
quality of gorilla glue.
The cloud’s shape
changing with each gust,
reminding your senses,
challenging the contour of your silhouette.
To acknowledge
a shapeful yet shapeless existence
is like grasping
the reality before you.
Wrote in LAX
August 1, 2011
6:10pm
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