Blue skies
full of puffy white clouds
drifting aimlessly by
like a current,
a wave,
a stream.
Quiet, peaceful, graceful,
yet powerful beyond belief.
Can I reach up to touch
the clouds?
Can I stop the movement?
Can I change the flow?
I lift my head, arms outstretched.
Capturing the strength
I close my eyes and soar
with the wind.
Written by Nanette Saylor, June 21, 2009