Spoke To a Cloud

Spoke to a cloud today – the usual conversation about shape and size, lows and highs...whether my need to tote a handy, spring loaded umbrella...or a better chance to go without pants, dance on the beach ~ showing off thighs, widening sockets of older generational eyes – he told me of clouds who gather and threaten, causing ships to leap into salty lather, sailors beware! take battened-down care! – schools of fishes diving to ocean depths they share, with ancient vessels (and sewage), a seafloor covered with sandy coinage – a diver's delight; when stormed into sight – more subjects of our chatter and debates, were those of tides and tectonic plates; also of bony-splatter: living shrapnel, from a well aimed cannon-ball against a wooden hull, or artillery shell, man's modern perpetuation, of that never settling, always heartening seafarer's knell – I went on to ask, if in all his travels, had he ever seen anything truly divine? Like an angel passing...or a saucer flying...perhaps some mythical dragon soaring, trying to lasso down a tasty moon ~ bring him brightly closer, doing some dragon flips, salivating for cheesie fondue lips....