April is Poetry Month
BY APRIL HALPRIN WAYLAND
The best clouds in the business
are right above me
We’re riding in this teal convertible
those clouds just dozing
in about forty-nine different shapes
white as clean paper,
their edges like feathers against the blue sky,
blue as Dad’s eyes.
Dad drives, my sister’s in front
I lay my head on Mom’s lap in the back.
I lay my head on her lap as he drives
this teal convertible that we rented special
just for these four days in Albuquerque.
In it, we are open to the whole world
to the whole sky
and I know right now
I can see
that these are
the best clouds in the business.