By Anne-Marie Derouault
Cape Canaveral Branch, Florida
Today I watched the clouds.
Which particular set of circumstances
Found me lying down in this precise place
In the middle of a lawn?
Heart filled by the trees’ deep green
All technological and social temptations
My gaze fell into the sky
And got lost.
A few clouds follow their course
Very slow, very light and very sure
I watched them move
Like never before.
I thought that Le Clezio was right
To point out the beauty of clouds
Fascinated by the slowness
Forever tranquil and strong
Of their journey
Their infinite nuances of white
Of velvety grey
Their unraveling delicate edges.
They glide into the summer air
They glide destined and peaceful
And I wished to absorb
This suspended peace, this floating peace
This liquid freedom
This weightless mass
To reflect the light like them
To float in the space of the sky
In the space of consciousness.