We shape clouds soft as baby cotton diapers <br />Into lovely dreams of salvation <br />When the white clouds darken sinister <br />Like the Devil’s hood in the sky <br />We chase them away into the heavens <br />Where they retreat from our endless whines <br />They gather water from earth’s hidden springs <br />And pour it into the labyrinth of hunger <br />And want where we are shacked most of the time <br /> <br />The next day, we find <br />yellow bananas on our breakfast table <br />And the lively hues on the flowers around us <br />And then we know: the clouds returned <br />Not with a vengeance <br />But sympathy<br /><br />Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-240/
