Pg. 50 — AS A CLOUD by Arden Hunter
Lights, flares, streaks and flashes;
Livestock gone, returned as ashes.
All these draw the squinting crowds
(far more than my impish clouds).
Drift, float, halt and hang;
(wandered lonely, poets sang).
These though; they are not alone;
Familiar shape, purpose: unknown.
Dense, heavy, high, free;
Soft conundrum, seems to be.
Travels now against the wind
(darkest grey and lightning-rimmed).
Perhaps one day I’ll be inside;
Fathom what it is to ride,
With you who are not from here
(water-vapour-safe; no fear).
Until then I’ll marvel more;
Trapped on gravitation’s shore,
At your camouflage display
(fly so close, then float away).
Dream on, clouds of space,
‘Til the day you know my face;
Hosts of daffodils will see,
My clouds wandering with me.
Editor’s Note: Arden states that “As a Cloud,” is a riff on William Wordsworth’s, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” and addresses the phenomenon of UFOs using and creating clouds as camouflage.