"My soul is in the sky." ~William Shakespeare

a dialogue with clouds

free wanderers
take me with you
on your laughing flights of fancy
liberated
winged
set me on your shoulders to share your joy

fanciful daydreamer
we are water-bearers
driven by the whims of winds half mad
crossing borders clandestine in the night
"sans papiers"
burden bearers
unthanked

let me climb upon your cumulus mountains
and marshmallow castles
to dwell in your canyons of cotton and wool

climb you cannot
though our illusions reach to the limits of the heights
our castles are mists
our canyons but breezes
our mountains are what you breathe
wipe the sleep from your eyes dreamer

but let me lie in your muslin cirrus hammocks
as the world floats by below
let me see
as you do the dreaming sea sides from above
let me watch
as you do the yawning prairies roll

yes we would if we could lift you aloft
-to see the weeping of the unconsoled
and make you spill as we do tears of empathy upon mankind
-to see the earth ravaged and robbed bereaved of her children
then in a flash of light you would awaken and thunder as we do
we the ragged vagabonds of the sky
~dogfish

images taken in Chatham
Cape Cod.

"You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky." ~ Paul Auster

"Life
is mostly
froth and bubble,
Two things
stand like stone,
Kindness
in another's trouble,
Courage
in your own."

~Adam Lindsay Gordon

"The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more." ~Wilson Mizener

"There's a long, 
long trail 
a-winding 
into the land 
of my 
dreams."

~Stoddard King, Jr.

"Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is an adequate perception of the world." ~Hans Margolius

Rain has showered far her drip
Splash and trickle running,
Plant has flowered in the sand
Shell and pebble sunning.

So begins another spring,
Green leaves and of berries,
Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
Mother bird eating cherries.

In the misty tangled sky
Fast a wind is blowing,
In the new-born rabbit's heart
River life is flowing.

So begins another spring,
Green leaves and of berries,
Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
Mother bird eating cherries.

The Lullaby of Spring
~Donovan