I’ve laid my needle down.
From here on out, I will not try
to stitch together separating clouds,
I will not stab
at what I, after all,
have no perspective
to clearly understand

The atmosphere has its own laws —
the vapors move on lines of pressure
I can’t see,
and even clouds with massive gaps between them
are still united in the common sky

As for this poem,
I’m not sure what I even meant,
and so it’s hard to know how it should end.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2016