Do you watch clouds? Notice their uniqueness? Take time to watch them change? I do. This poem is about that pastime and a plea to take things easy.
CLOUD WATCHING
Switch off that phone
you do not need to look up
the scientific names or reasons
of what is above you
they just are
so invest them with a new mythology
a drama that can unfold across this afternoon
you are in no hurry
give thanks for this brief respite
then try to make time tomorrow
to do it once again
It's not a big poem, it is pretty direct in its meaning but I think it works well enough. There is a place in the world for such work.
Here's the Byrds with a song about flying [I think that's what it's about...].
Until next time.
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