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A Man Of The Clouds


this morning the fog
closed in
and ate the world

looking down
the ground
was gone

it felt like clouds
like the man from Swift's epic tale
who lived up there
and only used a ladder to climb down
when he chose to
get closer views

he took all of his showers
up there
mostly peacefully
sleeping on a bed of air
( except for an occasional thunder storm...)

his perspective and perch
were so unobstructed
he thought surely
he saw it all

high altitude and
lofty height can change
a man's perceptions
and ideas about the small
(you ought to know this...)

his only problems were
loneliness
and a propensity
towards being perpetually wet
behind the ears
his Mother too
had lived up there
for all her years

but when she died
all of her came tumbling down

its true
we all must someday
hit the ground

some of us do running
some of us
don't know how to get up

it makes me wonder
how
life among clouds
would be

simpler
stormy
lonely
far far away

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stream of consciousness poem directly to the page
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO
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