The clouds were parked in the sky
Like ships in the doldrums
The clouds rested
They were parked vehicles of change
Cargoes of moisture and shade
Their anger had disappeared
They were light and lofty
No drift or unrest
Just floating
Awaiting their behest*.
-Kelly Voelker
*behest - orders
The quietness contends with patterns now broken
The feeling persists, is felt but not spoken
My purpose in neutral, scatters my focus
I will separate my thoughts and ambitions
Far enough apart to allow superstitions
Their rightful place among daily endeavors
Waiting to show me I'm idle, but clever.
-Kelly Voelker
