Poem: Following Clouds

Prague has spectacular storms, as seen from my 5th floor window in the section called Zizkov.

Following Clouds Clouds scud by my rooftops, quickly infuse in me the movement of the earth Shifting storms against late-yellow sky, the moment by moment of timelessness Front coming in, unaware I’m standing here, looking up and judging preparations Anxious to be taken unprepared, swept along to other darker continents Something wrong with building fortresses A bid to stand against it all, planting trees, holding on, holding back, holding out Out of breath from clutching at eternity Eyes too full of tears to see the slide of dark and light, amazing color splashed, structure deconstructed, particles ablaze Dimension all adrift, following clouds

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.