Cloud Studies
Everything I know of what we could be was formed
long before I met you: it was easy,
you would be the one I was going to turn
into a million pieces. This isn’t an art; it’s just like picking out shapes in the clouds
because before we met you were made of the same ambiguous matter
as those nameless masses of sky, migrating at the winds’ commands, traveling
in routes unfathomable by man. We were introduced to each other
through a common friend. I was lying
on the grass, your face blocked my view,
casting a shadow over that aeroplane, the elephant with its uneven tusks,
and the angel with nimbus wings, its face masked by a passing car-
it would’ve told you to keep your distance (it would’ve suggested the stratosphere
as a good hiding place from me).You said hello and gave me your name-
a sound giving your face a form (and your form a face), your voice floating
like clouds, unaware that your name was now mine to keep.
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yay this thing begins!!!
