Green Peas at Stake

In the Clouds (Dew Drop 9}

In the Clouds

I'll be a cloud diviner
like the aloof man from China
I once met at the foot
of the Golden Gate Bridge.
He sat on a rock, facing
the clouds at dusk with
reverence, "For mortality; yet,
for immortality," he said.

But, I'll be a seer unlike him.
Unlike him, I'll breathe fire,
I'll fatten up the clouds to
slide on for dancing the tango,
my tango nuevo, for kicking the air
with my shapely legs, and I'll
wear my red bolero and red
stilettos with ankle straps;
then I'll take my brushes up
to paint the clouds in dazzling colors.

Next, the show-off that I am,
with my ceremonial hands,
I'll put bee-hives in my clouds
for the bees to pollinate life
again, for I'll plant flowers on
all continents that no one can
trample. But first, I'll ask
the clouds this, about me.
This yearning for another realm,
will it ever go away?