Cloud

Still and Fast in no Time

The movement of life

Clouds and Hands

A poem about words. And hands. And clouds.

Ships Across The Sky

In my days of youth,
the days would pass me by
like the cirrus clouds
slowly drifting through the sky.

Clouds Are Mouths

the earth is the sole
of a giant boot
that forever presses 
us into sky
as if we were insects