Embrace The Cloud? Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

My life is full of cloud
Up and out there,
Visible to the few who look at it.

Coming from where I don't know
Going as it likes, (is it?)
Sometimes still watching and moving.

It is not a thing, my life I mean
With a clear distinct outline
Substance and weight.

Colors, lines and edges
Continually changing
If one is aware of them.

Sometimes it drizzles,
Drops tears on my bare head,
On the legs, if I am under umbrella.

I live long after Shelley
Is it true 'I change but do not die'
I am not sure till I reach

The bourne from which
None returns or is it dust
Unto dust, grandpa's soul below carpet?

Let me see: it is a messy grayness
Like dumped cotton in a heap
Earlier there was a nicer line in mind.

Let me at least write the cloud down
Though it is a different experience
Whatever I do, it is only embracing the cloud.