There’s just something
about clouds
viewed from the window
of an airplane in flight —
Something like Home.
Like the place
in all of us
connected
to all
that has come before
all that is yet to be
and all that remains
after we’ve gone
from the earth.
Nothing left but
molecules
gathered in one place
for a time.
Mine Yours Ours
Refreshing the earth with rain
vapors gathering again and again
in another place
time after time.
Always changing.
Always the same.
Until the end of time.
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