Clouds by John Eppel
Poem by: Competent But Unfitted
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were balls of cotton in the sky;
now I am old I think them shrouds
and watch them drifting by.
I thought them wooly flocks of sheep
and wondered how they’d learned to fly;
but now I count them in my sleep,
count them as they wander by.
some snow, a silvered butterfly;
but now, old comrades, spectre thin,
regard them whispering by.
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John Eppel is a Zimbabwean poet. He is the recipient of Ingrid Jonker Prize and NMet Prize, among other literary honors. John Eppel's latest poetry is O Suburbia(2019), and his eighth book Not the Whispering Wild will be published in 2021.
Submitted: May 28, 2021
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