Geoshino Ollscia

OH THE CLOUDS

that until now I'd forgotten
canopying what sky is left 
between city towers

                         in a river.       Only their breasts

 can be seen      as the rest dance
          above metropolitan rooftops for miles 
                                   shouting

"Look up!" 
            and encouraging those who would
                                            to   "see beyond

 how still more magnificent things are yet unexplored!"

Still

I wonder what foolishness I might be reading into inanimate things,
how looking back 
the wrong choice
might have been made
again and again

((this time to go to Paris))

at the behest of childish cravings for salvation;

how in my desire I forced a finding of God 
and a Higher Power's direction,
though it was only the wind,
the clouds, 
doing their thing

with

or 

without me