Apostate Café

By joshua


Posted in: poems

Crying Clouds

Crying Clouds

Water drips off my nose onto my chest

Runs down my neck, and,

like a mosquito bite

Feels good in an odd way

Running toes through mud

Jumping into milky puddles

Sitting down in a stream forged minutes ago

Water flows

      ’round me

      o’er me

      within me

Reflecting on the universal nature of water,

It feels not so lonely and

      very happy

To play with the one thing in all people

Half-heartedly seeking to escape them.