Cloudy Skies

Clouds can be remarkably similar to the friends lovers and passer-bys that filter through our daily lives like unexpected weekend guests who arrive exactly as they planned or close relatives who fail to appear simply cancelling at the last minute as if you weren’t worthy of their rain cheque you have cleaned the bathroom and your conscience for nothing Puppet clouds pull easily at our strings just the rumour of a troubled sky can send a jetliner the other way and when thunder rolls like a lions roar even the bravest of us cringe for cover for their faithful companion lightning can be utterly shocking like the last couple to leave a party you are not even sure who invited them Naysayer clouds are lifelong companions content to rain on just your parade intimidating away hopes for a brighter day some clouds are hauntingly thin and long like the fingernail scratches of a prisoner held within the walls of a gray winter day thirsty for the taste of a falling raindrop and who among us has not known at least one cute blond cloud cannot find her way around a hilltop Vegas stars mime the clouds de soleil desert matinees provided dawn to dusk elflike figures grasping silver moonbeams magically move across skies of fantasy one moment an elegant graceful butterfly the next a leaping giant walrus brilliant costume changes accomplished within the blink of your eye now you see them and then you don’t encore encore encore Who has’nt witnessed the theft of sunset winsome pickpockets lurk like puffs of innocence clouds seemingly distant but so close we never feel them steal the belief that we actually can own daylight as if it were a shiny silver dollar the usual suspects hide away to darkness even a cloudless sky fails to please us all who has not longed for a rainy day Clouds of suspicion descend upon truth as if locusts hunting for delicious prey and can like a loaded pair of dice forever change the games that we play the fickle and aloof clouds of love play hide and seek with our very hearts Juliet cried out where for art thou Romeo deep in her heart she knew his words were just a bunch of silver lined promises who do you trust if you can’t trust a cloud IRISH