This morning, I read this post by B.Sontag that resonated with me. I have a similar shape-shifting sense of self and could relate to it.
A few hours passed, and some verses sprung up in my head, almost inadvertently. I repeated them a couple of times, experimented with some variations, and this led to a little poem of three quintain stanzas with interspersed rhymes. After some polishing, it took the form below.
And then the causal relationship dawned on me: the morning reading had transformed into the midday verses.
I am not a cloud, I have a shape, I move but do not fade, And all the water in my cells, Will not evaporate. I am not a cloud, My place is fixed, I will not dissipate, My body isn’t made of drops, I am anchored by my weight. I am not a cloud, Yet I wish, I shared a cloud's fate— A fleeting form, a random shift, A sea to anticipate.
This is beautifully written, and I especially love the last line. Thank you so much for sharing. I’m incredibly grateful that my words resonated with you. It means a lot to know that we are similar in how we view ourselves. I often struggle to express myself openly, but here, I feel free to do so. So thank you for this.