I am a cloud,
A vapor animated
By the Breath of God.
I rise up new
On currents warmed by the Sun,
Always pushed higher.
White, I reflect
Brilliant Light, or gold fired
Past the horizon;
Yet my shadow
May ominously obscure
Or give cooling shelter.
I can produce
Disappointing drought, or floods
Out of my belly.
On wings of Wind,
I’m pushed high and higher still
Til I evaporate
In heavenly air.
Teri Ong
August 2015
~Written on the occasion of watching the cloud shows every evening from a cabin in Clark, Colorado.~
