Clouds by Yahia Lababidi

to find the origin,
trace back the manifestations.
Tao

Between being and non-being
barely there
these sails of water, ice, air -

Indifferent drifters, wandering
high on freedom
of the homeless

Restlessly swithering
like ghosts, slithering through substance
in puffs and wisps

Lending an enchanting or ominous air
luminous or casting shadows,
ambivalent filters of reality

Bequeathing wreaths, or
modesty veils to great natural beauties
like mountain peaks

Sometimes simply hanging there
airborne abstract art
in open air

Suspended animation
continually contorting:
great sky whales, now, horse drawn carriages

unpinpointable thought forms,
punctuating the endless sentence of the sky.

by Yahia Lababidi

Other poems by 'Yahia Lababidi'

Dawning

Words

What do animals dream?

If

The Art of Storm-riding

To Sylvia Plath

drylands

Fanciful creators

Truth in advertising

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