Wish Upon a Cloud

I wish I had a souvenir

for every place I’ve gone

while sitting in my patio chair

gazing into the clouds.

 

I wish I had a story

about what happened

while I was there,

but the thing about sky traveling

is that it can never be shared,

not for lack of want,

it’s just not possible;

the cloud erases the memory

leaving but the faint tickle.

 

I wish I had a map

so you could follow me,

but no tracks are left

upon clouds,

for a soul has no feet.

 

It is a journey you must take

all by yourself, and

you can only get there

by completely stilling yourself.

 

I wish I could tell you more

but no language of translation exists.

I wish I had a dime…

no, I wish I had a wish

for every daydream I embarked on,

so I could share this gift.

 

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Poem and image ©LauraDenise

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