I Love Gazing at Clouds!

 I haven't posted a video poem for some time, so I thought I would today. I have been impressed by the many clouds I have seen recently, especially the ones that looked like something. Thus emerged the poem "I Love Gazing at Clouds." It's about two minutes long. Enjoy! I would love to hear what you see in the clouds when you look at them.

I Love Gazing at Clouds

Clouds appear sometimes out of nowhere,
bunched up like cattle, then meander
through wind tunnels, change into shapes
like dolphins, frogs, swans, snakes, bears,
elephants, and a host of other things
that our eyes and minds can imagine
or maybe even conjure up.

Some of us can see them,
spot them in the sky as they whip around
and coalesce into something we know.

Our minds must see beyond the grays,
whites, purples, and all shades in between,
especially those that come
from glorious sunsets in the west
or during magnificent rain storms,
or when the sun appears
from behind angry clouds and calms them.

Puffy clouds, skinny clouds, elongated clouds,
all clouds, none exactly the same,
shift and change into vivid details
that we can see stretched across the sky. 

Perhaps, we shape them on our own,
focusing on one small gray cloud
in the middle of a big white one,
seeing eyes, maybe a lion’s tail
or even an elephant’s trunk and dragons’ feet.

Other clouds shift into being
animals in exotic zoos
or those in the wilds of Montana
or even those in our own backyards.

To others, clouds look like clouds,
just clouds, nothing more, nothing less.
They cannot see beyond
the whiteness of the fluff.

Perhaps, it’s only the creative minds,
the thinking minds, the conjuring minds
that can see images, real images,
that sweep down, open our eyes
to seeing and believing that they are real—
there on the stages of the sky,
above us and around us, like a circus.

Oh, the beauty of gazing at clouds
and becoming the spectators of it all.