I Look At Clouds Poem by Gert Strydom

I look at clouds
which sails past
in the blue sky
and it’s almost as if white
is part of the blue colour
and maybe every thing here
is more pure

and yesterday and the rain
from days long
and grey clouds
have disappeared

and the sneeze
that comes
from lawn
that had to be mowed
even Allergex
Cannot stop

and it’s so different
from where you are,
where the air
is much deeper and dark blue
with things much more intense.

Maybe today I long
just a little too much
and look at two toddlers in pink
playing on the grass
next to the road

and I wish
that life could turn back
as it had been,
but I am here
and you are there
and now I have
to sit and stare
at the clouds.