poem

Summers Sails

Clouds floating on a celestial sea, Headed for exotic places, Beyond imagination, drifting aimlessly.

Their lofty sails puffed out like pillows, Catch the wily wind, that gently prods and billows,

Slowly transforming, creating a disguise; Becoming cats, and rabbits and dragons that fly.

Stealthy and reticent, helmed at a steady pace; The sun in the east, the wind at their back Sailing in beauty and grace.

-Paulette Calasibetta