outside my muddled imagination
and the scalloped keys of my keyboard,
the sky is as open and whitish blue
as a quiet, dreaming bay.

i picture myself
as one of the scudding clouds,
and feel the joy of being shapeless
and of not having a shoulder for
anyone to lean on.

that aloneness seems perfect and
blissful, but then i catch two
pieces of sky collapsing together,
a budding friendship
on the edge of hasty love.

and in an instant those two clouds,
tango into the faces of a beautiful boy
and a love struck girl,
and i see the ever so kind way
that you stepped up to congratulate me
on my triumph.

and i fear that in no time at all,
i will be as in love with you
as ever.