POEM STARTER
Submitted by Hailey
Create a poem about a shape you see in the clouds.
Cloud Conversations
A rabbit drifts past,
no, a ship,
no, maybe it’s me.
Arms stretching into the sky,
fingertips brushing at clouds
before they vanish into whispers.
A jagged mountain cracks open my chest,
and courage leaks out in rivulets
I cannot name,
but feel in my knees,
in the way my hair wants to dance
like flames in a windstorm.
A whale swims overhead, slow and deliberate,
and suddenly I am the ocean,
waves folding me into longing,
into laughter,
into the ache of wanting everything at once.
Sometimes they are just cotton,
soft and absurd,
and I feel relief in my bones
because not every shape must carry meaning.
But mostly,
they speak anyway.
Shapes curling, twisting, fracturing.
I twist with them,
break with them,
curl into their strange, relentless poetry,
until I can’t tell where the sky ends
and I begin.
Maybe that’s the point:
we are all clouds,
all shapes,
all feeling what the world decides to be for us,
and still somehow,
choosing how to float.