Lazarus Clouds

poem about life and our place in it

LAZARUS CLOUDS

We are like parts of clouds
Gliding through blue heavens
Blown in many directions
Shaped by forces unseen.

Sometimes we touch!
A part of you stays with me
I leave some of myself.

Don't hide the sun in darkness
or shake the sky in thundered voices
feared, but soon forgotten.

As a breath exhaled, we disperse
Tears of rain that fall to earth:
A lake, a drink, a puddle of mud
Many shapes, yet...always the same

And then again, we rise
the parts of clouds