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
scottishmomus 