Pappus

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