I lie in the grass
like I did as a child
and look up to the sky
trace my fingers along the edges of the clouds drifting by –
a ship with tall sails
cuts through the deep blue
a girl dances
in a billowing skirt
a hippopotamus sticks its head out of the river,
its mouth gaping,
or is it the mouth of a crocodile
lurking under the surface of the Nile
the egrets on the bank don’t look worried
they will grab their meals
and then take flight
there,
the canopy of a forest
there,
the mountain peaks
there,
a strange system of planets
in an alternate universe
there,
the little stone I skipped in the pond yesterday,
it went farther than I thought it could possibly go
like my dreams
of childhood and today,
soaring – these clouds –
stories I long to tell
to be seen…
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