Zamzer

Zamzer

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Metamorphosis

The cloud people metamorphosize

At the will of the wind.

Never a true shape to have.

No chrysalis of becoming,

Transforming always to the next being.

And like a glacier, they sometimes calve.

Losing bits and pieces of themselves

Joining up with some others

Become the wind and clouds’ distaff.

Sometimes light and flowy,

Sometimes dark and stormy,

Becoming in one mind’s eye a large giraffe.

Soaring above the gondolier’s head

To fall back onto the plains and oceans

The cloud people also bring life.

Always circulating around and around,

In one form or another

Energizing both pond scum and wildlife.

Blowing from Italy to England

In constantly changing form

Even to the firth and fife.

Swirling and twirling like smoke

In a raucous party they come

Storming into New York’s nightlife.

Driving in the car or laying on the ground

Staring in wonder as the cloud people transform,

A meditation of life takes over.

One cloud image triggers this memory

 Another triggers that,

Reminiscing of how through life we’ve blundered.

 Lives in constant flux and flow

Sometimes staying one way a bit longer

Other times a swiftly changing picture.

The wind brings new people to life

As others fade away, some gone for good,

While others are always remembered.