What Are The Clouds? Poem by Pamela lutwyche

I was lying in the garden watching the clouds. I was wondering if a giant was smoking a cigar to make the clouds way up high, or it might be the steam from his cup of tea. It may have been his very hot dinner; that his wife had just brought in or maybe he was taking a bath, the steam raising and swirling about to make the clouds.

I thought I saw a glimpse of him looking down at me,
but then again, I'm not to sure,
I didn't really see.

I thought I heard someone call my name,
but, not a sole was there.
I did look up and down,
in fact I looked everywhere.

I think he must have been playing a game,
may be hiding in the cloud,
because now, when I think back,
it did seem quite loud.

What are the clouds up so far?
Could it be smoke?
From a giants cigar,
or the steam
from his cup of tea?
I wonder what
the clouds could be.