Clouds floating across the sky, barely touching
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
branches on tops of trees and falling into night.
Storms coming and going, being protected by nothing,
barriers all broken long ago, now escape is possible
where none ever was before.
Slipping down slopes of ingenuity as they shut their
eyes and let rhythm flow completely over and around
Tears filling interior depths like oceans with tides
and waves covering them.