Blue
skies
sending shockwaves to the brain,
followed gracefully by playful clouds
that occasionally bring rain.

I am the cumulus to your troposphere
light
soft
harmless,

but when the seas get rough, the turbulence is enough,
to turn that happy fluff of joy,
into an angry puff annoyed.

The gray and stormy settle in,
and blue skies are mist…

Frequent yet ephemeral, lucid yet deceiving,
the unwavering atmosphere – so sublimely serene!

What shall I do,
as I float in time once more
to the chiming, calming chords
of the clear, blue skies?