messages in the clouds

Dear Lord,
what are those things really
floating in the sky
known as clouds?
Now you would understand my plight,
if I told you how often I see
bunnies in flight,
a bearded man smiling like a clown
crowned with the sun and dancing eagles.
I have seen unicorns rising against billowing boulders, horns tipped with diamonds

and shifting doorways through sapphire seas,
to the sands of Egypt,
  Orange painted paths to the gates of Atlantis.
I have seen white ice cream cones on a billboard sky
on those hot afternoons
when the trees dream being clouds themselves,
casting green rain on the earth,
and those fuchsia islands ringed with tapering gold, a smear of purple and mauve
just before a black sea sweeps the canvass.
All these great things.
But why a name so fragile for the mighty pillars of the earth?
Is it we are passing by so fast
that like the clouds,
we have no true form or knowledge of ourselves.
Forever doomed to be shadows unless shaped by You?
:-)AR.