Thoughts Are Clouds

summer sky

Thoughts are clouds on canvas sky –

Some go idly drifting by,

Moved by whim or circumstance,

Shaped as concepts meet by chance.

Others draw conclusions there,

Intention giving studied air –

Captured by the artist’s mind,

Reflection paints each view refined.

Lest your work of art be marred

By thunder-heads, be on your guard;

Better than the stormy strokes

Are lovely thoughts that hope evokes.

Skywalker

Suspended miles above, on height

of dizzy death-defying span,

a Mohawk man prepares the site

for implementing steel-clad plan –

a skyscraper to lead from earth

to heaven’s altar, ¬†far above;

for skywalkers to traverse girth

and walk the path of clouds in love.

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For the many Mohawk steelworkers from the Kahnawake reserve in Quebec