“All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.”
~ Richard Brautigan
I am a poet and if I look right through you like you’re a
window on a rainy afternoon
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
Pondering life like a scientist searches for a cure to the
latest disease
I am a poet and if I walk right passed you like a snobby
model on her way to a runway gig
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
Noticing the smallest things around me that inspire a poem
Like a geologist excavating through the smallest of rubble
for bones
I am a poet and if I seem quiet like a shy child out in the
city
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
My thoughts are louder than the voices around me
Like drums in a flute festival they drown out all other
sounds
I am a poet and if I watch you like a kitten watches the red
dot
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
Like a lover is fascinated by his latest love,
I will make you
immortal in one stanza of poetry.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
