Clouds

I watch
The traveling fog fly high
In twilight skies
So far away

And yet I still reach out
For illusion brings me
The false touch

And they continue on their steady voyage

Distance divides us
As they move along the toppings
Racing kites will never accomplish
The height at which I yearn and they succeed

To be so far
Is there new sense?
New knowledge of unending time?
Never will I understand
That grand splendor?

Simplicity binds me to the floor
Trapped in freedom
To watch the wind blow
A path for wisps of white

What is beyond you, misty vapor?
How vast a space?
Will I ever endure
The height and mystery you show?

Lying on the whitened knoll
My back sinks into icy snow
I look so far in the gray haze
And understand my insignificance

Placed
Compared to all around
Me, I lie in awe
For it will never be grasped and clenched
In our minds
We simply are and always will be
The splattering small raindrops from larger clouds
Awaiting our evaporation.