The Real-World

I'm a cloud watcher – addicted as are many others, of lofty minds, with heads inclined toward the altitudes; admitting to be earthbound only when pressed – my father often reminding me, that one cannot eat nebula: the real-world, where we earn; the real-world from which we learn – the real-world, both fluffy and stern, concrete and seeming, yet all clouds opening for redeeming –