The Notorious Cloud

Where are you!
Do you think I would look up and pretend to not see!
Do you think I would ignore to resort to my longing !
Do you think I would make you from the material of my longing
so as not to touch you …?
Do you think you are just a glitter in the eye and can float idly between earth and sky !
…
but I know that boasting and
its superfluous shape that wants to receive credits through my stupefied gaze, … perhaps
Do you think I can’t be aware seeing all that – lost in the charming maze of these narratives
Do you think this decision of unseeing could be similar to a pinching
Would you be touched then to dare to condense ?
Would you become rain ?
Teardrops?
Waves, maybe …
or rather travel to mountain tops ?
and then let the wind sculpt you to deify
It may melt hearts
of the mythlanders
someday
Or perhaps I could place you within Cartesian coordinates and integrate Infinitesimally
or secure my wonder within lab conditions
Are you free then?
With all of your appearances, I mean truly free?Am I?
By my tireless wonder
Breathing through equations, if only I would know it as the breath but
Placing you in flasks of my making
Have I not already defined your future
At a distance ?
and you are already gone then – of course
between the flask and what is it going to be
Up until I would perhaps recognize you as the sky behind all that movement, which in truth is dance
but Shush about it for now
Maybe you are the allegorical shape of softening the rigidity about
Galactic distance and velocity arts
Maybe already, so you are
Paying a visit just
From what appears to me a future while writing this love letter to you
Lost somewhere between waking and dream
Would you call it melodrama
or melodious ?
Both start with the same type of sound
At least your shape is a melody in my ears now
But hey, are you maybe just a rhyme
Appearing in a costume of a rhyme
or perhaps an unwritten poem
Searching for its writer
Do you then anchor yourself in thin air like that and look down!
Can you not even see that there are no other clouds here and will be too wierd peculiar obvious like a lone nude walking at a vast beach
but you just know yourself
Full of that you are, I can see
And making an appearance like that
Not at all at a hall of fame
No, not at all at any place whatsoever
You are that!
& I see you
From heart to heart
Ancored through the seeing of the heart
Ah! so maybe just a beat and a sigh –
a palpitation is your motor to appear
Be acknowledged and boast and float
Hmmm, something like that
A fullness given to you by superimposing you through the volatility of the spaces of the body – a way of reading through sensing
Like a game
But your fullness is benign
more like a fable character
or maybe you are a cloud who escaped from the pages of a tale book slowly transforming the call of a –
“Where are you” to
“Who are you?”
and then again to “who am I”
…
Notes:
How else could I even ever so openly dare to speculate with no proof whatsoever to recognize you so obviously as if I would be looking into the mirror that you indeed are that notorious cloud that escaped from a tale book!