I reach for clouds
High, ever so high do I soar,
Clutching – grasping – then tumbling back.
Clouds are but wisps of vapor,
Phantoms in the sky,
Who can touch a cloud?
I try – fail – then try again;
At times mind joins clouds – soaring,
While I stay behind exposed to the cold – stumbling.
One day mind and soul shall soar skyward
Leaving behind a shell – falling,
Never again to rise,
And reach for a cloud.
Here is another poem from my distant past. It was published in 1974. The title of the anthology was, Quality American Poetry Book II, again quite a stretch. The publisher was Valley Publications edited by William Lloyd Griffin.