POWER

The skyline hosts no bars
And no power to entrench clouds
Passing clouds rule only for a while
Fading or falling as rain
To be consumed or swallowed by the earth

II
Reigning clouds
Be not proud
You have but a shine away
To vacate the premise of the sky
Look not down on struggling vapour
For it might be your king tomorrow
When legs pound you muddy
And chemicals poison you silly
Oh you might go through rotten stones
To reach heated stomachs
Only to be poured out soiled
Like abominables

III
Reigning clouds
Be not deceived by the many eyes now in plea
Nor the many knees bended to please
Nor the many hands sitting on each other for your crumbs
Your wings can only grow today
So be true and true
With the reality of your transient nature
Poking your steps into humility
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) October 4, 2016