Aloft within a cage of steel
suspended motion by machination
Arms clutching armrests in unrest
my soul, it wants to fly.
Flip slip-winds whistle news of doom
You what? You why? You inconsequential!
My head bows, missions left unmet
futile it seems to try.
As I look out at the vast blue sky
a little cloud passes right by
No cumulative heavy thundercloud
no weight of evaporated masses
Actually just a mere wisp of a cloud
barely streaking the blue
Making no statement with loud thunderclap
just set on things he must do.
Tumbling onwards, headlong in the sky
swiftly his mist whispers by
Off to life’s task, the cloud bundles his form
onward, racing with time as it passes.
Gauzy reason, webbed with mist
belies a crystal clear declaration
supplying answers on how to have aim
simply continue to do.
Heavens abound, the space is set
vast horizons stretch full of expectations
since there is so much for me to attain
I must surge forward, too!