Clouds

We live in the skies
In the upper plies
Of formless sails
And scudding rails,

Masts of trees
Hidden behind
A Venetian blind
Of running seas;

An ocean of wind
Pulling its cloak
Around pine and oak,
Canopies pinned

To chambers of fog,
Wooden vapors
Of vacuum tube papers,
Chart and log

Of atomic blares,
Where backlit traces
Of human graces
Are stacked in layers

Of sunset grays,
The blizzard flares
And fading airs
Of a baseless maze.

December 10th, 2008
March 5th, 2026, Kailua