blue, and always searching,
looking for where the sun shines
down, so I can turn toward it and grow
like the peaceful sunflower. always
feeling darkening clouds gathering
behind me, threatening me, chasing me,
that I may go from sun on my face
to a cold, shaking ball on muddy ground,
driving rain, lightning strikes and fear
things change so fast. i can’t keep up.
alone, but searching for like hearts,
holding light, pulling it in, spreading it out
blue and light, reaching always
Talking to the Clouds 