Clouds

Clouds

The last time

I saw the place

where clouds

are formed

was from my

window.

Rich moisture

moving through

the saguaros,

touching them

from head

to toe. Once

I saw the place

where clouds are

formed in your

eyes, high

above the stars,

wet, damp,

tearful.

I had nothing

to say, no story

to tell, just a sad

hum.