Gathered like clouds in an expansive sky.
Here to create weather, and dance with oceans.
Sending waves of rhythm to the shores where the sun is still shining.
Layered throughout the Atmosphere,
Climbing into the Stratosphere
In various stages of creation
We are the wild cocoon of the world we inhabit.
We task ourselves with building homes, stringing lights, paying bills, and navigating fights
In perpetual disagreement with what we are supposed to be
Proclaiming ourselves as Cumulus
While we evaporate from the sea.
Positioning ourselves in great resistance to the coming storms
Spirals of mighty winds
Tsunamis of rage, that eventually are simple waves
After destroying our own buildings, and humbling our fights
Only to resurrect ourselves into the magic expanse of molecule filled skies
Spreading out across the horizon
Invoking magic hues, one droplet at a time
Sunrise bursts of magenta, gold, and blush pink…
Hurling ourselves into the great expanse
Losing ourselves in this chaotic dance
Crashing into mountains and beaches
Finding ourselves in puddles underfoot
In broken cities
Muddied on quiet hillsides.
We are everywhere, and we are in all things.
Sometimes as a single droplet, and sometimes as a mighty cloud.
Sometimes spinning and crashing,
Sometimes floating and laughing
No matter how far we jump, nor how much we cry
No matter how much we scream, or try to divide
We find ourselves at home in a never-ending sky
Encountering our reflections
Steady and winded,
by our endless resurrections.