Me And My Cloud Poem by Troy Cochran

Look for God where God is not
and all the walls will pass away.

They were all imaginary anyway.

Why, I saw Him peeking at me
only yesterday!

I saw a cloud obscure the sun.
I thought of rain, of sleet, of hail.

I looked for somewhere I might run.

I felt a dread creep up my leg
and lay a cold hand on my brain.

I railed against the shadow moving overland.

I saw white mountains turning gray.
I saw trees in the valley sway.

There are things that I may never understand.

I could wish for sunlight every day,
with never a cloud, or cold, or wind.

Some things sit heavy on my head.

But I am one to contemplate a dread,
to look for things I might have overlooked instead.

I saw the sun no more that day.

I turned my collar against the wind,
and turned my eyes to look within.

I went inside cathedral places
where all my stained-glass lay in pieces.

I looked through pigeoned windows in my mind.

I remembered things as through a shroud
in far-off ages less resounding to me now.

Only pages waltzing on the ground.

Moods came in and moved around,
took their leave without a sound.

Till only I remained again,
me and my cloud.

But see how all the world deranged
by nothing but a simple change

Brought me to you now with new refrains.

Sure, my yesterdays are spent,
and I have only this one cent

But all my wealth is yours,
spend how you may.

So I say again:

Look for God where God is not
and all the walls will fall away.

They were all imaginary anyway.

Why, I saw Him peeking at me
only yesterday!