What are we?
What are we when we look up at the clouds?
What are we when we are in the clouds?
What are we when we sleep in the clouds - as I am tonight?
As for this moment,
as I write this,
I feel their wondrous, wispy wind
whip my back
as I sit and wait for the sun to retire
behind the mountain I observe.
I am refreshed
with the realization
that it's a wild, wild life
that we live.