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DRIFTING ON A CLOUD by Tammy T. Stone

This poem was inspired by a feeling of "in between-ness"...

It is one that I have tended to experience in many different guises, and have grappled with for much of my life. Being between: vocations, life stages, physical geographies and senses of "home ...". Dwelling within transitional realms can be disorienting, but also exciting and liberating, especially as it teaches is the joys of finding our way to the present moment. I think this is why the image of the cloud came to me - it might not be a place we want to inhabit forever, but it's certainly a perspective that has its enticing qualities! 
Photograph by Catherine L. Schweig

Drifting on A Cloud
by Tammy T. Stone

Drifting on a cloud,
The ground a distant sea
We find in our bottomless
Visions,
Buried wisdoms deep and long 
Always waiting to rise

We can’t dive in,
Being as we are,
Drifting on a cloud –
What else to do, then,
But turn our hearts
Away from sandy shores
And the promise of 
Trails of crackling leaves,
Thickets of trees,

And stay close  

And find clouds resting 
Nearby, a cosmic latitude
The width and breath 
Of our expansion,
And we are at 
The very beginning,
Carried on the seeds 
Of our own awakening

The cloud feels like
Snow that won’t fall
A pagoda in the sky
For kneeling and gazing out,
For celebrating celestial bodies
And astral events

Our house, our altar
Our elders and our children
Ground and roof alike
Or better yet,
This is rootlessness,
So we can dream with eyes open
Drifting on the cloud

How hard to fathom
How we will finally descend,
Which of nature’s laws allow
For our safe passage home
But we need a new kind of knowledge now, 
That knows not our questions
It’s like we never left at all

It is best, then, 
To follow the course 
Of the wayward clouds
And just drift
Like a child on a slide
Like a dreamer down river
Tuned to the stars above
And our sweet milky memories below
Letting them rest
So that we may rest
In this perpetual state of flight.
Photograph by Catherine L. Schweig



Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's pagetwitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.



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