Cloud watching, then and now.

Back then
I could lie on the grassy hill
My eyes trained
On the fluffy clouds above
My imagination enchants me
As it interprets familiar shapes
Cast in white
On the canvas of the deep blue sky
Look
There goes a turtle

But now
Even with my faded youth
I decide to lie down and watch the clouds
All over again
A small crowd stares at me
Before interrupting the silence
“There’s somebody on the ground!”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you dead?”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
I leave
When everyone starts poking me with sticks

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