The Angel in the Sky

My forms are many, Yet I am formless. Look as long as you like, Never expect the same shape twice.

In the wan dawn light of sky, I dance on dust and water. Maneuvering about the sun Compelled to shrink and expand.

The horizon is my ballroom, For there I shall never set. My meridian: thin and wispy; My equator: milky and full.

With each of my pirouettes The wind grows bellicose My gentle arms betray And the land is painted morose.

Though they may peter out, My gales are calls of joy. For I am the angel in the sky And my shapes are yours to enjoy.

| Simeon Washington