Cloud Room

A poem oddly inspired by Billy Collins poem "Fishing on the Susquehanna in July" in which he writes about never having actually fished on the river, but instead stood in front of a painting of a man fishing on it.

Cloud Room

I stood in a cloud room the other 

day totally delighted,

and then I went outside and

saw the same clouds out over

the bay, palm trees in the 

foreground.

It was much more beautiful

than the cloud room.

I tied my wish for our country

on the Wish Tree -- the one almost

lost in Irma, but gratefully

resurrected.

All my wishes are for my country

now, to come to its senses.

As we stand in a cloud room

enamored,

Forgetting the real thing is

what matters.