When the Wind Blows

I wonder how the nimbus knows
to alter his direction
and let a brother slowly pass
to form a cloud connection.

Is heaven’s choreographer
obeyed without resistance?
Can clouds conceive a role in scenes
best witnessed from a distance?

Do billows simply laugh and sing
and dance throughout their capers
while ‘whatsoever will’s emerge
from elemental vapors?

Or is it pure haphazardness
that dots the wild blue yonder?
I stand below and look above
and wonder why I wonder.



Mary Boren,  2012
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