Cloudscreen

 

There's something too harsh about a clear blue sky

That lets the sun beat down unchecked

Straining my eye with too large an expanse.

I need some clouds to go drifting by.

I need a big bunch of billowy balloons,

Wispy tufts of grandma’s white curls,

God making bowls of popcorn spilling out,

Tons of downy feathers in mounds and dunes.

 

I need clouds to give me their cushiony rest.

Could they lend me their soft comfort ?

Could they rescue me from a sun too bright?

 I need them to muffle the loudness.

And even an overcast sky with its grays

Is better than monotone blue

With a sun too brilliant for eyes to bear.

I need to have clouds in my days.

 

(© 1998 Connie S. Tettenborn)