The Transience of Clouds

Clouds often dot the blue expanse that is the sky

on bright summer days,

during gloomy typhoon seasons,

during the dreamy spring season, on bleak winters,

and cozy autumn days…

Sometimes, they drift gracefully,

like wisps lightly passing by, dissipating

without much resistance

—like a wanderer walking through a quiet town

without any plans of staying much longer than

necessary…

Sometimes they look like lumps of the softest cotton,

the fluffiest pillows, and the puffiest marshmallow

as if you’d have the sweetest dream

if you nestle between their folds

and blanket yourself with some of their fluff…

but they too eventually dissipate after a while,

—like tourists that come to visit a scenic town

staying for 3 days and 2 nights, visiting tourist spots,

and taking photos for memories…

Sometimes they tower above, billowing

into the highest reaches of the troposphere;

they remind me of mothers that sacrifice much more

than what their husbands or their children can see…

they carry the heaviest of burdens—on their shoulders,

on their backs, and on their hips, until the soles of their feet

and their ankles become sore…

they carry rain, like the tears they shed behind closed doors

or never shed at all…

they bring with them thunder and lightning as if to say

“Listen to me…look at me…I am here…I was here…”

just like our mothers or our fathers

as they shout and holler when they’ve lost all patience

and get angry…

But they too eventually dissipate

—but far longer than the stranger or the tourist…they stay

just a bit longer, like your family and your truest friends

that come to visit and sweep through your house…

sometimes, even overstaying their welcome.

The transience of clouds remind me

that regardless of whether we were once like

the intimidating cumulonimbus,

or the ominous supercells,

or the carefree cirrus,

or the ethereal stratus clouds

and the undulatus asperatus clouds that bring a sense of mystery,

we are but a speck in the universe…

our lives are but a drop in the ocean of time

—we are but an impermanent existence…

Love on the 27th

i see hearts when lamplights illuminate

puddles that randomly line sidewalks

and pathways after a rainy afternoon…

heart-shaped Raindrops  right after

they accumulate on leaf bases

and right before Gravity pulls

them to the earth and leaf apices let go – gently…

as if exhaling – breathing a silent sigh

as if caressing the world with love –

i’d like to think…

and sometimes I see hearts –

shaped by coffee cup stains,

in soft fluffy clouds and double rainbows,

in melted sundae cones and ice cream…

in kaleidoscopes and prisms…

in colors…and the sun…

and then I see love…or hear it

in musical notes that float

from violins and pianos and guitar strings…

in lullabies…in the whispering winds

in the soft lapping of waves…

and then I feel love…and taste it

in apples and pears…

and peaches and dew…in candies

and chocolates…in raindrops…

in tears…in kisses…in you…