Cloudy God

God played with the clouds

When I was a kid,

Faces, animals

And soft white mountains.

As the years passed

I did other things

But the clouds

Stayed the same.

God?

(The photo was taken yesterday on my way to work on 101 North somewhere outside of San Jose while the “poem” was composed a few minutes later on 85 North between the Saratoga and Cupertino exits.)