Time

by Rosie Russell, July 24, 2024

The clouds move like time,
ever-changing, 
with wind, rain, and magnetic fields in the sky.
Wrapped up,
floating on a calm, sunny day,
or lifted up and carried away so quickly to a new destination that time becomes a mystery after all.
A mystery to us all.
But knowing makes us realize we know nothing at all,
or simply, 
that there remains something to wonder about.
Oh, 
what a wonderful life.
Wandering,
smelling roses,
watching the tiny little fluffs floating with the wind, 
carrying seeds of their origin.
I suppose that is the speed of time, 
or the time of speed, 
which is yet to be. 
Let us wallow in this wonder, 
and stay curious in this never-ending cloud…
A dream, or two, might carry us through, 
to the other side, 
where new beginnings begin, 
and endings have already gone.
Gone with the wind.