on clouds

A bus trip into the city one foggy morning sparked this piece mixing memories of a holiday and an ordinary morning years later.

on a plane bound for an island
i press my nose to the glass
and wonder
do the clouds never end?
for, in all of sight,
there are clouds

below us
only cloud
above us
only cloud
beside us
only cloud

and the heaviness
fills me with dread
i'm too afraid
to take a photo

on a bus to the city
years later
the morning air is fresh
and sharp
but the tops of buildings
are shrouded

their invisibility
powerful and beautiful

i wish i'd brought
my camera.

Author's Note

All constructive criticism is welcome, but please bear in mind that this poem's improper capitalisation is deliberate. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Reviews

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I like this I think this is very well written. I like the ending I found it cute as well sums up your write very well.