Thoughts, like clouds,
vary in size, tone and velocity.
Immediate,
like a mood. Some float by,
unchallenged,
unchanged.
Others, once forgotten,
surface later,
unannounced, on
a scrap of paper or memory.
The ones that sit in my head
like a melody, you know the type,
continue and clamor and cry
to get out.
You may not always like them,
but they resonate
again and again. Every day.
These thoughts become
a part of something bigger,
at times.
Other times
they are strong enough
to stand alone.
On their own, I try not
to give them much thought, I
allow them to flow. Free
as they are.
Raw, as they come,
when they come,
or become undone,
cloud songs appear.

                                j.g.l.