POEM FOR THE CLOUDS
On meeting Time, you chose to name him.
Second, Minute, Hour or Day.
Present, Past or Future.
But still, he is not yours to hold.
You met Infinity and tried to close her in.
Sky, Clouds, Sun, Stars,
Destiny or Fate
but still, she is not yours to understand.
And so here is humanity, that we’ve so aptly named.
You, Me, Us, Them.
The Tribe, the Generation, this Race on earth.
And we can hold them. We can see Us.
We are no passing clouds.
We are Here and Now,
with no infinity and less than time.
Led gently by the hand of expectation.
