Ode to Clouds
O clouds, you interstellar happenings, you
of transparent leaves, shaping sight - a familial
blossoming. O wide wind seers, cirrus-drafts of curving
light, moving commas into mare’s
tails, writing that evaporates
into twines of kite
O cumuli, down, down
accumulate, thicken into
different dreams, versions
of Shakespeare’s fat, shy neighbors, hymning
into separate colors, distinct, half-asleep
in the smoky troposphere.
Cristiana Baik's work has been published in Jacket Magazine, Conjunctions, American Letters & Commentary, and other publications. She runs ::: the press gang:::, a small press with fellow poet, Sara Wintz, and works as an editorial assistant for the Boston Review.