cloud puppet 315h - March 1, 2015s

author’s note:

Feeling Spring on an icy Winter’s day.


Went out in the sun today—
the rays…like strings…drew me up

all the way to the luminous clouds

then gently lowered me
back down into the wild field

where I condensed
for a moment of wonder
in the bowl of a flower:

I became a drop—
a drop deep as a well:

the light struck me hard
and a prism shot forth

then I disappeared
once more…

not lost, just evaporated.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
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