On a Cloudy Day

On a Cloudy Day

By Brandon Palzkill

Lying on your back in the cool green grass,

Staring at the milky azure canvas above,

Billowing pillows of condensation

Float throughout the troposphere

And become the paint with which you’ll craft

Imaginative tapestries.

What will it be? What can you create?

A train of elephants, marching boldly

At the head of a majestic parade

Their salutary trunks raised high?

A flying castle, tall and grand,

Flags flapping on its battlements

As it towers imperiously?

A clown, perhaps, in his undersized car

Zooming around in wobbly circles

Waving at the audience.

And smiling like a fool.

Maybe you’re seeing George Washington

And maybe he sees you, in kind.

He stares down at you, judging you;

An intimidating cumulous colossus.

Make it anything you want it to be.

Let your imagination run wild,

Let yourself go…

You’re the artist; the sky’s the limit.