Clouds of Intentions

Clouds of Intentions

We can talk and talk it over . . .

Like the unreadable newspapers

That we subscribe to day by day,

That pile up in corners or are

Recycled into cardboard boxes

Into which are put yet more papers.

Silence and the high clouds that circle us
Day by day assume shapes that go

Unnoticed and morph into yet new figures
That in turn are seen as only clouds

That cast shadows over the mumbling
That takes place beneath them and these in turn
Take on latent forms and patterns that are
Heard only as the vocal traces of

Words that condense into mist and fog
That often goes unnoticed and then

Drift upwards in trails of cloudy intentions
That shift in the wind but cast no shadows.

---- Big Frank Dickinson