How Big Is The Sky? Poem by Ross Ulysses Munroe

we splashed through the waves down the gorge
at 50 miles an hour, Frank and I

the stone walls rose above us
as we all fishtailed and spun around
every one of us choking
sputtering, sneezing
soaking to the bone and freezing
despite the summer breezes
that played their song
along the river

‘where do the clouds blow
and where do they go, Frank? ' I asked

‘they float across the sky and out of sight, '
he answered

‘no, Frank, ' I said
'they're floating across your mind'