“I’m relearning the clouds,”
my mother says.
“I sit all day and watch them pass.
I can still remember their names-
Cumulus.
Nimbus.
Cumulonimbus.
Cirrus.
Stratus- the thin ones that stretch out across the sky.”
“I watch the birds,”
she says.
“I watch them dive and swoop,
land on the roof and take off.
Last night I dreamed I could walk.”
“All day long I watch the birds
the clouds.
Cumulus.
Nimbus.
Cumulonimbus.
Cirrus.
Stratus- those hazy ones that stretch out like veils right across the sky.
And then evaporate.”