Clouds Poem by Sally Walker

Vision unclear
Mind unfocused
A lense rests in front of you
Time and again it changes with your perception
Pastel
Grey
Gold
Your favorite.
When you are able to look past the lense-
At the true picture.
While unable-
you are strained.
Mind and body seemingly untrained.
No other may see the grainy filter.
Not unless you tilt their senses.
Open the fence
Blocked by a lock
Hence the reason you cannot.
Perhaps one day your dismay shall be revealed?
But who is to say?