Day In The Life Of A Cloud Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Cloud fluttering in the heavens
Sinking
Sinking
Sinking
But ah! the heavens have depths
The heavens have lure
The heavens yield
Wanton temptresses and
Yielding mistresses.

In the day of clouds that frowned
A cloud had to follow
What? Would it be ostracized?

No, no, no.

Towards noon, the Sun we blocked
And in the zenith of the day
We frowned
I frowned
We frowned.

And then in the afternoon we did
Not reduce our black faces.

The more the day declined
The more we competed
Between ourselves in
Blackening of faces.

Frowning immensities in more
Immense heavens!

Deterrents of joy, then as the
Day declined
As our nerves and muscles
Started to tire:
There came to our aid
Of a general tempest the ire
The thunder rolled
And then it light
Light after light
Hoar, frost, rain
Lighted the infernal fire!

How below us
People as ants hurried
Hither and thither
To their places:
Doors closed
Houses lighted:
And we,
We,
Frowning immensities in more
Immense heavens!

Then as tempests replaced us
We retired
Into the general claxon
Of the orchestra of fire
The tempest night
The dark
The ire.