Black Cloud
March 31, 2008 – 7:49 amSpringtime has come with storms and dreams and motivation. The storm clouds are full of electricity. The air is charged. After the storms, the clouds are swept away, but one remains as always. My black cloud.
It’s time to visit the largest, most beautiful tree in town. Rumor has it, this tree has a knack for solving problems. Like the rings of a tree, my black cloud has shown considerable growth in the past few months. I fear its shadow will engulf me, robbing me of enjoying sunny days.
I show her my cloud, hovering angrily above us. Her concern is palpable.
She decides to try and shape shift me into one of her eternal tree daughters. Alas, to no avail. I am far too human for a complete transition to occur.
That evening as Cloud watches me through my kitchen window, I open the window and address it directly.
It is surprised by my boldness and further stunned by my invitation to sleep with me.
We agreed there was no need for us to be separated any longer.
