Go back to the clouds.
They miss you.
You have been too long from them
and they have had no one to interpret them.
Without you,
they have not been allowed
to become rabbits and dragons.
Without you, they are only vapor,
wisping lonely in the heavens.
Go back to the clouds.
Lie on your back and stare up at them.
Gaze at and speak to and transform them
into what you will. Elephants
and the roaring face of God.
Houses and mountains of cloud.
Allow your imagination to breathe.
It ought not wither, it ought not
become vestigial and useless.
Go back to the clouds.
Without you, they are only vapor.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
