ImpossibleAnimals

Impossible animals
Even more impossible
Are clouds
They bunch
And rear
And crumble
In configuration
Their disintegration
Hanging so magically together
In a state of miraculous repair
Grazing on the outskirts
Of that carnival air
Where shadow
And substance
Mingle and rearrange
Frolicking
And frisky
In that
Weightlessness
Of change

White ash passions
They slowly churn
Billowing like covers
Over lovers who yearn
Beneath the attendance
Of some shepardess wind
Awakening the feelings
Of those dreamings within
Like ghostly artifices
Wandering tangibly
Across the skies
In those pastures
That are islands
Of time passing by

Impossible animals
Even more impossible
Are clouds
Those lean
Fierce creatures
Gently bred
And fattened
In the great hush
Of going from this
To that
Their shrouded
Jungles
And wispy
Habitats
So high above
My earthly conformities
That I join them sometimes
In their silent reverie
To repair my
Weathered soul
And all my cares
Momentarily suspended
Become groundless