Cloud Skiing

While on a 1993 flight from Houston to my hometown of Tulsa to visit relatives, I found myself in a meditative place, lost in wonder at the clouds close enough to touch.  .  . I was looking out the window and this is what I saw:

Surfing on the calm balm of white whipped cream reminds me of years ago and snow ice cream.

Clouds in a slow dance; marshmallows carried by squadrons of ants. Elephants in the sky just hang there so high.

Cottonballs in case we fall.  The rest ignore it — one and all!


Now we’re on a prairie; wisps of white wheat’s all I see.

Air skating in Anatctica, enveloped in Cloudgalactica.

Canyons, shadows from more clouds above; sunlit sparkles, and blue for love.


Wrapped in beauty — no view for a goal.

Crystalline estuary for my soul . . .

Copyright by Hildra Tague.  Contact the author for permission to use in print or online.


About grantutor

Career educator in both public and private schools. Has tutored all ages. Writes about education, parenting, & seniors. Sings harmony with folk/rock group and a choir. Caregiver for spouse who dealt with Stage IV cancer. Happy person committed to nature and conservation of a green world.
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