Looking up into the sky yesterday
I noticed the clouds floating silently,
Not a noise, not a sound,
Just moving slowly through the sky.

The clouds made small groups
And a pair seemed to catch my eye,
Moving differently, but as one,
Together they made a new path.

Their soft white edges expressed joy.
They spoke to me as though enchanted,
Asking for peace, happiness,
And in the sky, it is granted.

Effortlessly they wondered.
Each changing the way they looked,
Distinctive styles, but matching,
Until they were no longer separate.

I had no way of knowing
Of the winds that pushed each one along,
Sometimes together, sometimes apart,
But always guiding them along.

As they neared Rattlesnake Mountain
Each tried to climb their way over the peak,
Together at first, then apart,
Until they were estranged and climbing alone.

The winds of time had blown
Each of them was blown off of their course,
One direction, then another,
Until they had reached the summit of their climb

Now the clouds could see forever
But what could they see?
No mountains, no trouble,
But how did the wind blow way up there?

If only I could stand
On the very top of the mountain,
Feeling what they feel,
And knowing just where the wind blows.

But I am destined to remain here,
Staring up at the clouds.
Watch and see what they do.
When I Look, Only Time Will Tell.