A Home in Cumulus Clouds
We play under a cumulus shadow
to slide from this height near cirrostratus
with other children of equal status
in hopes that waves of peaceful clouds follow.
Our home within these noctilucent clouds
the ones I find myself standing under
either soft white or black before thunder
a vastness up above where below crowds.
Each journey begins inside the ocean
where temperature of water decides place
where water changes between many forms.
A reminder of past condensation
here at the park with clouds of every race
so radiant this sky to break all norms.
To be oblivious inside belief
when standing below this morning glory
a moving sun creates its own story
my daughter points to cloud shaped like a leaf.
To feel the need to know Asperitus,
to be able to point these out to you
before the cloud formation moves from view
to replace with the white altostratus.
What happened to childhood rites of passage
to believe in the need of ritual
the intention of our evolution.
Each wave of cloud carries a new message
when days in parks become habitual
the Monkey Bars are the revolution.
3.) Polar Mesophere
To find heaven is absurdly narrow
when looking up into this cloud atlas
made up of shadowed altocumulus
only broken off by flying sparrow.
Our imaginations on the polar
ice caps where we see polar stratosphere
and colors reflect as if a mirror
or canvas painted with a paint roller.
As arms reach out from actinoform cloud
and hug the sky for as long as it takes
to forget that you fell and scraped your knee.
Who knew these cumulus would speak so loud
at volumes covering up our mistakes
to turn my anger into gentle plea.