Summer Clouds

Floating by —

lazily, proudly, pristinely.

Across the backdrop of a flawless sky and under closed eyelids,

trying to piece together memories of long lost careless Summers.

Forms, forms, forms, the clouds are arrogant masters of forms.

They assume their own – perfect and memorable as any and with subtlety, inventiveness of a god.

They assume an elephant, a mountain, and the face of man or god – perhaps an act of self portration.

They assume the form of a cloud, perfect in its own.

Generous and patient, they carry their life –

bringing burden with grace and patience across the dry land.

I thank them for their shade and water, and for their unjealous sharing of the sky with the sun on a hot day.

I thank them too for their reminder that impermanence can be cherished.

That the best things are shared among mankind, among giver and receiver too.

That the Summer is a time for staring at the sky.