The Fluffy Clouds’ Sinister Element

by Brendan Strong

The cloud above the mountain
Looks like snow suspended
In its animation

With the wind, weaving itself into a blanket
We can jump on or
Fall into or lie under.

It holds back its flurries for now
Made of flakes of fun
Or crystals of death?

Each as individual as a
Human, frozen, waiting
To melt into the ground.

Have no fear: it isn’t near
The cloud is above the mountain.
And the mountain is over there

I don’t know what the meta
Is for, let alone what it means
I’m just waiting to see
If it will be a nightmare or a dream.