Wisps of Your Mind
by Steven Craig
You are a reader of stories.
A woman intent on escaping the moment
For a brief relief in a distant cloud.
It will form over the mountains still covered with winters delight.
Its winds carry you down the slopes to the watershed at hand
It will rain your thoughts upon receptive ground.
Nourishment for minds unknown,
Your tears will fill their upheld cups.
The lightning will report your intensity.
The energy that you must release
To make sense of the moment
When you no longer see,
Only sense that you are alive.
The thunder will envy those feelings.
It is always the hollow echo
Of the sudden moment that becomes memory,
When the hand opens empty once more before your eyes.
And you will read,
In deeper wonder,
A moment briefer than a swallows flight,
Making that memory for years to come.
In the morning you awake,
Sublime to make your way to the clouds once more.
12/23/2013
