The Hamlet Project

The sky like a coat rack
Clouds like a hanger
The sun like Velcro
Clouds passing like cotton cannot help but cling to it.
I am trying to be bright
To shine, to take my light and beam it wide
But these clouds are like moths to my flame.
They follow me
Shadowing my intentions
Standing between me and what I want
Surrounding me like pig pen’s cloud of dust.
These clouds, these dark heavy clouds
Seem to get fuller every day.
I wish it would rain and clear.
They would spend themselves in thunder and lightning –
Pour down torrents
Til every drop of cumulonimbus vapor has dissipated.
When the ground is drenched
I will be unburdened.