When a cirrus and a nimbus cat are real
And not a language when it is a vacation,
Soon it will be over and there is Monday.
There are light elephants in that cumulus
And elephants fly like heavily in the wind,
Words wind blows to turn cat’s language.
Cirrus is a mere language with no thought
Floating in an empty sky of feral nothing
In a vacation moving toward a heart beat.
And heart turns a mere cumulus floating
On prankster wind to the vacation’s end
A Monday to float away as we come to it.