Mind Clouds

Some thoughts hover-

dark and threatening clouds

that blow past

before parched land

is gratified.

Some saturate the ground,

a good soaking rain
that fosters growth
in the hard seed
that softens.

Stormy ones strike-

deafening, sulfurous, electric-
a great interior argument
whirling to hurl
ideas into a wreck
of new tranquility.

Light ones float by

fluffy, self-satisfied,
but the lasting ones
paint wispy strokes
in sublime layers
or come in close and moist
as the breath of fog.