To A Semi-Solitary Cloud Poem by Amy Marie

You...hanging and littering the sky...
Elongate your hot orange marmalade-colored arm.

Witnessing clouds exalt your presence...
Suppressing their needs to appear.

The now-blooming night has another idea:
It may try to push you out. Fascination knows...

Planets are isolated...so am I.
They wander...so do I.

Remember...my adversary...a celestial body
Endures billions of years of isolation

Yet still comes out beaming...jazzed
To oversee the land.

But you...as a cloud...
Are no ghost of my yesterdays.

You are mortal.