To lay astonded, as I watch carefully,
the clouds assemble themselves above.
My head touched by the intimacy of
the understanding of their love.

Their jagged edges touch to invite
a wistful breeze to bring them together,
o're my body as their willess lives
travel amid the mild, tepid weather.

And when that snow or rain or sleet
dances, pounds, slaps insistantly,
might I stay and watch those clouds
while their edges fit, still perfectly.

Towards such a dark and rainy road
my feet bear this heavy burden of me.
And away from paths traveled before
gleefully I'm led further to the sea.

Once an occurance in my universe,
before called by my mother 'Dinner, sup!'
With an intrepid glance to high above,
Thought I, "My walls are jigsaws raining up."