Head In The Clouds

How does one begin a cloud journal?

With feet firmly on the ground

And neck craned backward

Or lying flat on the ground with only sky in focus?

When should one begin --

On a pretty blue day with puffy cotton balls above

Or a dark gray day amidst thunderclaps and ferocious

Wave-like breakers bearing down?

Atmospheric phenomena

Heavens

Or merely backdrop for earth-bound scenery?

As my gaze floats toward the clouds

My thoughts cement me to the ground,

And lower,

As I ponder my mortality and the immensity

Of the universe.

But the thoughts are fleeting

Like the striated clouds above me

And my attention moves to imagery:

That one looks like a rib roast;

To the left I spy a fleecy baby’s blanket.

Those look like waves in the sea;

That pink one is decidedly shaped like a rabbit.

I could stare at the clouds all day.

But how does one begin a cloud journal?

By writing about the wispy majesty above

Or the heart-breakingly beautiful world below?