I STARTED LOVING CLOUDS

I’ve started sitting back and watching clouds
like I’ve never done — sitting back
beside the pool and looking up, allowed
because my shielded eyes can handle that

as I observe those motions in the sky
that I only casually took in
‘til recently. I cannot tell you why
this entertainment started to begin

to claim my heretofore indifference.
A cloud might wander by I’d scarcely see
but now that cloud might seem as an event
I’d hate to miss — offering ecstasy.

Possibilities often wear a shroud —
like the day I started loving clouds.

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