Elephants in the Sky

a poem

No one

has ever seen a sky like this

And no one ever will again

I don’t know what it is about the clouds

They’re always there in our backgrounds

They’re not really there

Not in any way that matters

Not any more than the wind around them

When you look at them you realize

They’re moving around

Like you had forgot

From the last time

They’re

Transient

Like waves on a gently rolling ocean

They aren’t really there

How the hills beneath them sit

They seem strong

But they can’t disguise impermanence

They’re inconstant

Every single rock crumbling apart

Every single riverbank washing away

No

It’s all the things around them

All the leaves rotting in the shade

All the dust floating around

All the worms drowning in the dirt

They're fleeing to become

Little black marks

On the cement

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think positive, negative, or even devastating.