Cloud Eaters

Stretched out on the green lawn
Staring at the dappled sky
I watch the swirls and puffs
Of clouds moving around
In shapes of the imagination

Slowly I reach out my hand
To touch the white and gray
And pull the substance
Back to earth
To pop into my mouth

I slowly swirl around the flavor
Of wind and sun and sky
With spices of Asia and Africa
A hint of honey on the tongue
That inspires the mind

I am a cloud eater
I live off things untouched
Song and art
Love and heart
I watch the clouds go by.

May 20, 2003