Reaching into the clouds

We would enter a cloud bird state
Looking through the plane window
And it got us entirely destabilised
In our old body with clouded mind.

The plane took minor toss in seats
And the plane might have laughed
To send men scurry back to seats
From holes where they sat perched.

Plane sandwich had a stale cheese
With which we said a smile please,
As if clouds had flash photography,
Birds have flown away camera shy.

We ascended clouds for a top view.
The hills had a way with the clouds.
They laughed together like big shots.
In higher echelons they always did.

It seemed we and the body walked
Through their watery state of cloud.
As houses sat on hills like  little birds,
Clouds smacked their faces in jest.

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One Reply to “Reaching into the clouds”

  1. Beautiful is the only impression I may record, for the beautiful expression of an airiel view, of the clouds perched below the plane and houses dotting the land below. A nice poem.

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