maybe float away, not leaving
any trace of image against sky,
my shadow moving across earth
into all we see once and thousands
of times, recognizable only
by its species and shape rather than
our smile or the sound of laughter
come from deep belly and throat.
The cloud does not worry about
where the wind will take it,
does not plan its next trip or its tomorrow,
it gathers its tears from the beauty
it sees below, carries its vision like song.
It rises, ready to nourish the earth,
floats like laughter across the air,
welcomes the new year’s sound like light.