Clouds and Candy Raindrops

as a child, I perceived the wonderment of Clouds. and elders likewise contemplated the curious celebrity of them the solemnity of shape-shifting skyships their charity of rain: encouraging fruit greening hills irrigating joys keeping watch around the earth in as enviable a perch as the risen sun or mystic moon that guides tides. sun runs apace moon whisks its baton away but Clouds stay high, perpetual imprints covering Space and Time. Could Clouds be God's eyes? *** when I was -abecedarian- counting from one to three, I licked my lips at Clouds reckoning I'd catch them like docile butterflies, and discern the flavors of miracle floss: must be rose-white sugar some barley flour lamb's fleece and goose feathers the elders, lofty and wise, disparaged my foolish games. I tugged on the edge of their mountainous faces: wispy chins transient strands billowy beards closest clouds I'd seen Proximal nimbi and their dust trail of ginger, onion, and clove pulled pork, frizzled cod, light ashtray lingered... I caught those crazy hairs so hard candy-coated raindrops fell!