Head In The Clouds Poem by chris dawson

Enigmatic swirls of roving mass
Cruise weightily on their journey
Their very substance of which determines
As it creates
Imposing subtle twists and breaks
Amalgamations
Buffering and buffeting
Follow their constant transformation
These beings, these entities
Colossus of the skyways
Nonchalantly pass
Without conscience or acknowledgement
Oblivious to the complications below
Their grace a wonder
Their path a mystery
Who and how many have witnessed,
and have asked the same questions?
Would they even recognise
The same majesty that I witness
As my angle is unique
The face shown to me unique
My experience, my show
To be enjoyed
To give wonder
To fire imagination
To inspire the very life that they sustain.