Cloud Chasing

And so it is,
I find myself chasing clouds once more.

Dark linings draw me,
plumpness and promise of rain,
cream puff folds,
waltzing arrangement new.
A distraction – no less

It’s easy to focus on the clouds
avert the mind to
articulate woes,
that perhaps,
don’t even exist.

The clouds keep the mind
on spin cycle
knotted, torn,
with no opportunity to rinse.
Hung out
on a cloudy day
doubling torment of spin.

Clouds are not the only view.

Perhaps I should focus on the limitless sky

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