Never a problem or worry
They just nest
In fluffy white masses
Or tangle in dark boding
Low in the sky
Soaring above us
Like garments for heaven
Reminding us
How fragile life is
We view our concerns
As so important
But like clouds
They float by
Never stopping
Always changing
Never listening
To our worries
Which blare so loudly
In our minds sometimes
And obfuscate the matters
Till what we should be
Concerned about
Fades into things
That are like the clouds
Just floating by.

Laura R
5-4-03