cloud

When you f l
o a
t

on clouds
of white

you must be weightless.

What I would give
To return to ground.

Beloved reality smacks,
then tumble into tallest trees.

Perhaps it is the fire that rises,
which looms

n c i r
e c
l i n g

rudimentary anguish.

Maybe,
the simplest

WAY OUT

is to jump on a cloud

to lift
to escape.