I Love The Clouds Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I love the clouds

Once I had a scale and once I flew high without wings.
I flew high, hundreds of meters; hundreds of feet,
In one hand a bucket, pair of scissors, in another…
I was after a mission!
I flew and flew and flew; weightless hung in the sky
(As I felt) , the clouds.

We talked, we chatted of rain, of snow and thunder
Of the cold, of the wind, and breeze
We played hide and seek, we played catch me if you can.
I got hold of a piece, and became the mean witch
Rapidly cut a piece and shoved it into my bucket.

I returned and used my scale; cloud had weight.
How can it be like feather in the air and hang so weightless?
I questioned.

From then on, whenever I see the clouds I whisper
With me I talk of my thoughts and, and sure: “Dumb founded.”

But regardless, I always love the clouds.
Clouds are signals, and are generous; but always, and everywhere?
I wonder; do they follow the justice?

Oh…I talk…I wonder…
I love them regardless.