Cloud Poem
Cloud
By David Jackson
You can be sure of one thing.
///////////////////////////I won’t tell you,
I won’t tell you
to
Think about it.
///// I want you to
imagine
that you’re on a cloud.
And you’re layin’ there on
that soft
/////////////soft
////////////// cloud,
And you’re lookin’ up at th’ other clouds and
//////you’re makin’ out
/////// locomotion
////////////////an’ trains
//////////////////////////and planes
//////////////////////////////////and indians.
As you’re layin there on that cloud
//////you don’t ask
///////////////how is it that I can lay on this cloud
//////no
you just lean back
////// and look at the sky,
An’ you grab you a little piece of cloud and
//////you fluff it into the air and
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////it
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////// disappears and
//////somehow
///////////// HOW
//////////////////// is not so important,
////////////////////////////////// nor WHERE, nor WHAT, nor WHEN.
That little piece of cloud over there,
I do believe!
Yes !
I think I see!
That’s what it is!
I can see the top of my feet
sticking out
of the cloud below me
and hanging in mid-air
because in our dreams we don’t need
gravity,
you see,
yes, in our dreams we can fly like
a bird
in the sky.
You can be sure of one thing.
///////////////////////////I won’t tell you,
I won’t tell you
to
Think about it.
///// I want you to
imagine
that you’re on a cloud.
And you’re layin’ there on
that soft
/////////////soft
////////////// cloud,
And you’re lookin’ up at th’ other clouds and
//////you’re makin’ out
/////// locomotion
////////////////an’ trains
//////////////////////////and planes
//////////////////////////////////and indians.
As you’re layin there on that cloud
//////you don’t ask
///////////////how is it that I can lay on this cloud
//////no
you just lean back
////// and look at the sky,
An’ you grab you a little piece of cloud and
//////you fluff it into the air and
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////it
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////// disappears and
//////somehow
///////////// HOW
//////////////////// is not so important,
////////////////////////////////// nor WHERE, nor WHAT, nor WHEN.
That little piece of cloud over there,
I do believe!
Yes !
I think I see!
That’s what it is!
I can see the top of my feet
sticking out
of the cloud below me
and hanging in mid-air
because in our dreams we don’t need
gravity,
you see,
yes, in our dreams we can fly like
a bird
in the sky.
Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved
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