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Clouds Lee Giesecke |
Clouds Think of the way a cat curves around your feet, rubbing against you, or the way a flower turns to the light, or the way rain falls: each drop with the same speed and slant, falling at the height of trees, following the laws of physics, yet completely free. We live in different skin bags, you and I, separated by walls of cells. We are vulnerable to penetration. Unremarkable things can pierce us, or swell up inside us. Like the changing shapes of clouds, we may leak away or disappear completely — so many wisps of cirrus. When the wind blows a limb bends, a leaf falls. When the wind blows we see ourselves in a parade of clouds. Lee Giesecke [Return to Psychopoetica home page] ©The contents of this page are copyright protected.
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