Tuesday, April 24, 2018


The Man-Cloud
                                by Ralph Fletcher

In a buzzing morning meadow
when the sun was not yet high
I thought I saw a man-cloud
walking in the sky.

My brother saw it differently.
He told me with a laugh
that what I’d seen was actually
an ice-skating giraffe.

“Can’t you see the way he’s gliding?
With those long legs see him striding?
I distinctly see a tall giraffe
walking in the sky.”

I didn’t stop to disagree
or tell him he was wrong.
I saw a man-cloud walking,
and wished to go along. 

1 comment:

  1. Your poem brings back memories of looking up at the clouds with my sons and describing what we saw. It was always something different, and that made it even more fun. Since reading "The Blue Between", I sometimes look at the sky differently.