Wishing To Be Stranded Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wishing to be stranded in a bunch of clouds,
floating across the sky in no great hurry
to get anywhere.

Searching earth from on high, looking at
scenery and landscapes as I pass by.

Noticing details, wondering curiously where
some of them came about, how do they exist
and what is their purpose below me on earth?
Looking askance, seeing fluffy clouds
surrounding me closely, protecting me from
falling into the hell of other people's lives.