clouds ... earth water ... rise, become themselves in the cycle of water. i live on a small rural, heavily wooded island. i am rising here, as a cloud, becoming myself, with only a moment, a breath, in my river of life. i am large, like a great, tumbling cloud. i am mild. in one month i will literally be going south, offering myself to friends. until then i will be still. the people around me will be incidental. i will be the new moon in the night sky with no reflection on the water. i will sit and watch the light change in the trees behind my house, i will write, i will smile contentedly.
by lagan