REMINDING ME

that’s the cloud holding

my dreams,

I know the shape

I recognize it often

possessing my words

within its corners and folds,

desperate emotions,

wounds, joyful expressions,

the in between,

and prayers for voices

no longer with us,

gone to rest

as I stand under the cloud

I trusted, a witness

reminding me

to keep dreaming


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