I am a cloud

Clouds have doubts about their shape and get lost in the sky.

Underneath I float by and stay more or less where I am and who.

But a storm rages inside me.

I bump against myself in thunder, even though nothing shows on my face

because skin close covers rage

It is important that I keep myself.

I'm already loosing so much spirit and time.

Everything said an sighed, resolves in air without a trace.

An what I was is lost.

I hold myself in embrace.

I would not want to blow out or slowly drip out of form,

now that all me fits so perfectly.

My bones are covered with fancy skin

and who takes a moment to pet it will here that it softly speaks

thanks again, thanks again

Ted van Lieshout