Learning the Shape of Clouds

"learning the shape
of clouds" not
that every moment
has to be extra
ordinary. Kick
some leaves.
The underside
of some rocks
pinecones and
pale
leaflitter on
the dark earth
but some days
there is just a single
dark cricket under
the rock and the
leaves make an empty
rustling.

I'm moving in the
right direction. Except
the fire in my
lower stomach and
the surge at the back
of the brain
and the eyelids
when breathing.
Your own footsteps
on the way back.
Tire tracks gradually
you hear only
the swish
of pants
inside the muffle
of hat and jacket