Clouds Are My Sand Castles

Written by: Paula Swanson

With no beach front in the desert
I use what nature provides
Winds transform the images brought to life
in cotton candy fluff
An ever changing spectacle
of heavenly delight
Swirling, twisting, flowing
one into another
The vapor droplets form spectres
of familiar sights
No pail no shovel
no waves are needed
It requires nothing more than time
Time and the winds to see the hidden
objects in natures frothy puzzle
Lying back in my chair
I watch the clouds drift lazily across
a blue expanse and imagine that
the clouds are my sand castles