Sovereign Nation
A great nation
of clouds

lolling above us.

Out of fear, I love
every branch 

of our government.

It’s not faith but doubt
that every day

supports the weighted

sky’s deep blue 
from falling flat

on top of us.      

In the balance the clouds
hang, shifting, teeter-

tottering, precarious.

Glance close, glance quick, 
but don’t stare. 

Our childhoods are annotated,

our marriages, our loves, our failures, 
our solitary, effortless deaths,

by the sky,  

the clouds sifting through. 
Awaiting exceptional moments

of squalor and beauty

beneath,
again and again. 

God, I know
what you are.

I just don’t mind. 
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