Clouds crowd this instant
suspended like a weightless
veil wrapping the view
while suns flow by
in blue cuttings of sky.

In the clouds we read
stories of an existence
floating above ours
like a light touch upon us,
sailing in the air’s flood.

Traces of divine signs
the clouds are alphabets
in pioneers’ logbooks
where a rapture
now blooms now dies.

And we wish we could fly
in a mirage of peaceful hemispheres
in mysteries and meanderings
of dreams.

(Published in “Ondulazioni”, byJohn Irving Clarke and Silvia Pio, Currock Press, Wakefield, 2016)
Photo: Bruna Bonino