Gazed Clouds

Help sand thoughts down the old word
For god, for the still, small voice,

For what we did, I did, you did—
Gaze at clouds for hours and hours,

If you can. Most of us can’t.
They’ll help you lose, in the end,

The plot and its lust for ends.
Clouds, watched—not read, guessed, just watched—

Will take what you knew you thought
You knew from you. It takes hours.