I wrote this poem around 8 PM while on a flight. I was inspired by the different layers of clouds in the sky as the plane descends.
I climb a ladder between the clouds.
From layer to layer,
The altitude increasing below me.
I follow the clear blues and rich golds,
To the beautiful purples and reds.
As I climb higher and higher,
From one heaven to the next,
I look out on the world below me,
And wave to my fellow cloud-goers beside me.
To the little boys and girls,
And the giant chariots of visiting ground people.
On each level,
Strata,
There are new textures,
And a new environment for us cloud people to play.
We dance and we twirl and we jump,
Light as air,
Freer than a bird.
As we dance and climb and jump,
We sometimes think of the teensy tiny people who live in the bite-sized metropolis below.
And we make up stories of the lives they lead,
And wonder when they'll decide to join us too.
I think their lives are harder than ours.
It seems like they make theirs very complicated.
But my, can they make beauty.
With their twinkling lights and multi-colored crop fields.
With their geometric patterns and
Ability to visit the clouds,
And then go back home.
I think that's my favorite thing about ground people.
That they can stay on the ground,
But every now and then they still decide to say hello.
So of course I say it back!
I love their twinkling lights.
It's like they are painting a portrait of the stars above,
Made just for the cloud people to marvel.
And so when I go to sleep at night,
Tucked into my cloud bed of cotton fluff and dreams,
I can see the magnificent stars above for all,
And the incredible stars below for us.
CZYTASZ
2:00 AM Poetry
PoezjaAny Taylor Swift fan knows the appeal of 2AM as some obscure, yet romantic, haunting, and magical time. Most of these poems were likely written by me at 2AM, like how I am creating this right now. Some of these poems will be funny, some will be s...
