Clouds (over Nashville)

By Carlos Cardona


Softly surging like windy forests far below them,
Sweet provider of this life line's liquid,
These foaming alabaster puff-trees,
These floating cornucopic beings sail this thinnest sea,
Strange arrangements of water to our earthbound eyes,
Commonest of archaic elements, sharing this new and
Private Passion,
This renewed enlistment in Love's Crusade,
Flooding the imagination with sighs and declarations,
Thinking nought (but lovely expectations!)