Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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CLOUD

It is not what you hear me say
but how I have employed words
to say it, not the cloud settling
over the green tufted mountain
but the cooling of condensed vapor
dynamic gases, Pacific-Caribbean
air flows meet, currents in high
forests, life caught in turbulence
clammy vapor, thick foliage fog
clash what we think is happening
what we feel in the moment, or
our feelings in the morning when
we wake to blue skies or closed
heavens heavy gray. The fleshless
consciousness of my words lead
me to believe that there is a path
into the center of sound and texture
wind and moisture, chemistry that
absorbs me yet leaving me aside
helpless to grasp a clarity that waits
as I disappear into the poetic work.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    September 13, 2009
    Palmares, Costa Rica