Swathes and swabs of fluffy cloud huddled together,
Clusters congregate to hang in free fall formations.
Moved onwards in a gentle hint of windy motivation,
Fifty shades of delicate grey edging resting upon a few,
Umbrellas scarcely protect from those untimely deluges.
Beyond this earthly perspective big storage takes control,
Supposedly secure while secreted in a world above all else.
Hosted and housed out of reach and far from prying eyes,
Bits and bytes seeking shelter from earths stranger dangers.
Starry eyed youth now gazes further than past observances,
Somewhere out there a cloud has our details attached to it.
Rainy days of meteorological excuses wash over the outlook,
Staying safe and sound strays far above the cotton topped sky.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 29/09/2014
Written for Poetry Jam: ‘Clouds.’….