In Between

one bank drifted to the left

with speed it hurried

an easterly they said

 i think it was

while up above

another took its leisure

westerly apace

with its own cause

in between  

i caught a glimpse of something

edged with silver

going its own way

an isolated drift

that took its measure

free from currents

fragmented cloud at play

i smiled a bit

then smiled again

reminded

that in between

can sometimes be the best

free from pressure

or maybe just unknowing

a vapour of the sky

a soul at rest

i reckoned that i knew that 

cloud formation

formatted by itself

a maverick

i watched until it disappeared

still smiling

and knew i’d shared

a tiny bit of it

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