Cloudcover

like me

the clouds are begging

to get away

to the far horizon

their cumulus curves

are already 

leaning into the wind

the way I lean 

towards my departure 

I watch you

laughing 

toss a match 

into the air 

that the lightning bolt

of your desire

may tear

through the sky

I am grinning like 

a fool 

and I say:

thank god

for the gods