Cloudy Concepts


Two friends lie on a hillside
Gazing at the clouds
 making pictures in the sky.

This one's a dog, that one a car,
Yet another one a saxophone.

But there's one that doesn't seem to be anything.

In reality it's a trans-temporal replorvinator,
But since replorvination won't be invented
 for at least another three hundred years
Today's cloud-gazers haven't a clue.

That cloud has labored in vain.

How many other clouds
 have made shapes of things that will be
 but aren't yet,
Or might have been
 if only things had been different?

Only the gods of clouds know,
And they aren't talking.

                             -- Tom Digby
                             Written       8:40 a.m. April 21, 2005
                             Saved with Title  03:42 Wed May 11 2005