[Poem]

[Poem]

A new cloud

Imagines me

Laying upon a changing ground

I change my shape so often

I forget what animal I am

Or I'm created in chains

Of wisps of vapor

Colored by emotions

I no longer understand

To roll in this muddy life

Gives the changing sky

Dreams that fall away

I am sleeping 

Hoping to awaken

In a new belief

A new set of unruly pictures

Sliding around on glass

Barry G. Wick