I took this picture looking up from my Yoga mat during Yoga in the Sculpture Garden at the Leigh Yawkey Woodson Art Museum. It had to inspired a poem. The clouds were so different. We seem to have many minds. Not multiple personality type stuff, but our child self and wise self minds. We could call them our emotional mind and rational mind I guess or head and heart. Either way, we use them both to noodle things out. That is what this cloud photo ended up spawning. Enjoy the poem and talk to yourself.
Argument with Self
will eventually get cold.
But they’re so lofty.
What about the fog?
Manifest the fog,
the cloud you can reach.
I like the fog,
it is fleeting though,
burned by the sun.
Bring a parasol
and make better choices for you,
But we are not an island.
In the fog you can see those willing to stand close to you.
But what if they prefer the sun?
Remember the sun is not your place.
Stay out of the sun as much as you can
and eat your warm yummy oatmeal.