Little innocuous
wisp of cloud,
wisp of cloud,
in the time
it would take to jot
this down, you
will have subtly
rearranged. Why
do you never
stick around
to demonstrate
how, even
when I know,
I don't really know—
to help me
come around
on how mighty it is,
under sky
like ours, to change
one's mind?
