A cloud
a large collection
very tiny
droplets, water, ice crystals
So small and light
they float
near the ground
an invisible gas
Like ideas
expanding and cooling
water vapor condenses
coming powerfully together
around tiny pieces of dust
almost nothing but
Billions of droplets
become a visible cloud
puffy and white
rising in the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is a communion with clouds shaping our senses and our creative impulses. From the personal you have created an universal image. This is an important poem and I value it highly. Tom Billsborough