Life expressed in anemochorous drift
A mere consequence of wind
and sift
Dare I say dreams
pushing the lofty calyxian shift
Ever lighter
Swirling higher
in selective success
Where a quiver of a pull
off the quill of a stem
Breaks into a spin
And in the rising
Matter transcends gravity
gaily
It journeys effortless
On the invisible stream
That bears hotly and gustily
Down and upon the grind of being
That self-same force
That shapes the billowing evanescence
of steam
or cells
These clouds, look you now
These fantastic beings
dancing along an incarnate seam
Of temperature and moisture extremes
Ocean laden
Arctic driven
Laying down seeds
raining seeds
And blowing them away