Try, if you can, to think yourself a cloud.  It may help
and really, we are not so very different from them.
It’s only that clouds move along with more ease
and are often the first to see the moon bow out to dawn.
But we both have our fists and our accolades
and we are both touched through with wind.

So think yourself a cloud for even the commonest
can tremble with light.

m.nicole.r.wildhood: In addition to blogging at, m.nicole.r.wildhood's essays and poetry have appeared in The Atticus Review,Ballard's Journal of Street Poetry, Lodestone and elsewhere. Her work is forthcoming in The Mighty, Pankhearst and Litro Magazine as well as an chapbook anthology from Tupelo Press. Her nonfiction, fiction and poetry have won 1st place in The Nature of Words' regional writing contest and she received honorable mention in Writer's Digest's annual writing competition. She currently writes for Seattle’s street newspaper Real Change and is at work on a novel and two full-length volumes of poetry.