Clouds

Courtesy of my daughter-she called this the bear from the "Golden Compass"

Courtesy of my daughter-she seen the Pig and the Elephant

Forming little islands in the sky
The clouds separate as the wind
Sweeps by

Stopping now and then
and then moving on again

Taking shapes and figures of
Animals they know nothing of

Making shadows on the land
and touching
all as they pass by

Drifting by like lost and lonely souls
They neither smile nor frown
Leaving a memory as they
Pass by

1988