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.
