Clouds by John Eppel

Poem by: Competent But Unfitted

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    Clouds
  
    John Eppel
  
    When I was young I thought that clouds

    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.
    
      I saw a goose, a safety pin,

      some snow, a silvered butterfly;

      but now, old comrades, spectre thin,

      regard them whispering by.

     
      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.