I wander as a drifting cloud,
Aimless through a gathering crowd
Freed from the bonds, that had held me fast.
The present, future and the past
The crowd with their murmurings aloud,
Press ever tighter forming a living shroud
As I float fee above humanity, amassed
A day, an hour, or just a moment
Of dread unsurpassed
And my broken body is cast
Upon the wind to wander as a cloud
Free at last to face what lies ahead
© JPM 12/29/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.