The clouds
Are moving

Imperceptible
Unless you stare

Curling in on
Themselves

Some so heavy
You wonder what

Holds them up
They move away

From the sun
And I think

Maybe the heat
Is evaporating them

At one end
As they run the other way

Leaving invisible trails
Of vapor

Excerpt From: Diane E. Dockum. “Just Beyond The Hill.”
© 2008