Clouds

I saw

Different types and colors and shades of clouds all pasted together in the sky like a poorly made collage

Fogs and swirls and cumulous

All different styles

Sketches and watercolors and magazine photographs

dramatic oil painting clouds at home in a windswept sea storm scape

And bits of blue sky torn out then glued on

With rough white ripped edges still there

Twisters of dust reaching up to the top

            Strings holding the clouds

to the mountains

to the brown grass ground

(the flambulated owl goes boo-boot)

If I could organize the sky

If I could legislate the clouds

I would make a rule for only one artist a day

            No halfdone collages

No last minute work

No blank spots where nothing peeks through

Perfect perfection and order and law

Wispy clouds on wispy days

Fluffy clouds on fluffy days

Thunder and lightning for dramatic effect

But I can’t

So on those unruly scattered cloud days

I just close my eyes

and don’t look at the sky