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