Cloudland Poem by Cui Gya

Years away from the fire,
Clouds are no longer clouds
I'm still seeing the sky ，the earth and myself
I exhale a cloud, rows of clouds and coloured clouds of ancient poetry.
I breathe in the Tyndall light that penetrates the clouds.
There are clouds on the ground.
But it's not wandering cloud shadow
It's the mirror image of the sky.
It comes in countless shapes and sizes
Most things are written in my mind and heart with a lightness.
I've been obsessed with distinguishing a cloud from a north temperate or equatorial sky.
I've watched the most beautiful cloud in the same sky.
I used to be unafraid of inky clouds swept by the wind.
Me of today
I pray for this land
That there will be fewer dark clouds over the land.