Regarding the clouds I listen to... Poetry Series: Clouds by Maek Modica
“I can hardly wait to find out what’s next.” That’s where I’d want to be anyway. In a rhythm that affords relief.
It’s close; I can feel it. I’ve witnessed many of them roll in in patient time -where each rest is intuitively eternal, like clouds. Only in its wake will my disbelief finally be sated, my humor honored. I find I open just before it’s shadow, in reception, anticipating its many castings. If I sustain balance internal, I can access a pregnant chance to prize a symphony of impressions.
Every cloud can tell a story, or holds a song’s complete melody and key. Each shadow caresses every darkness within, stirring. Each contact can motivate physical prayer, worship via intentional movement. Mind follows. Fancy abounds. Weightless worry withers into wits-about.