we lose sense of the scale of clouds.
that one’s as big as a football field
this cloud could surely fit in my pocket
Oooh — pocket clouds —
but that is another subject . . .
Friends, do you ever have this problem?
You know, you’re watching the sunset,
and wondering at it
but out of habit you default to
trying (and failing) to contain the clouds,
this uncontainable thing.
trying to bring something colossal to human scale.
you think: Oh, this cloud is the size and shape
of a giant’s bedspread,
getting aired out on the line.
and then you see a bitsy, teeny jet fly into it
and the bedspread morphs into a cloud continent.
May I propose an app
that projects a humongous ruler
into the sky
to facilitate proper cloud scaling.
Better yet, harmless lasers
that find anchor points of density
and map out the true, albeit ephemeral, shape
of said cloud.
An art, a sport, of cloud mapping.
bowing to the fleeting impermanent beauty
pursing the silly hobby of
quantifying a dream.