From time to time, I sit, and stare into clouds. Sometimes those clouds are a reflection of my mood. Sometimes they are the antithesis of what is going on with me. But regardless of the kind of clouds I happen upon – when I look up – they are a heavenly sight to settle my focus on … and give a bit of thought to: how I’m doing.
Clouds make for a good, productive rumination – or so it seems to me. They are white and pure, but not so extraordinary or magnificent that self-analysis gives way to spellbound transcendence or an irrepressible temptation to capture the moment in lines of poetry. They usually put in some sort of an appearance – at least for a time – on almost any given day. They change shape, they float, they scurry, they turn gray, they are swept away, they disappear, and then … other clouds come along to take their place. Clouds are the ever-changing backdrop that much of our lives, unfold upon-and-under. I have often thought: there is a wispy analogy somewhere in those clouds ... or maybe – just – a bit of clarity, or snippet of wisdom.
these dark skies brighten –
all the clouds I have pondered
inspirit me, still
With my head in the clouds, I am reminded that until the curtain falls: I have a role in how 'my part' is played ... and remembered ... by those I leave the stage to.
photo/graphic: clouds in a half full glass – W. Bourke
© 2017 Wendy Bourke