The Whatdoyousee Circus

As a child, looking at clouds showed more than white fluff against a blue backdrop.
I saw gators, dancers, pacman, fish, flamingos, and the list continues on.
I was smitten with the challenge to seek and find. It was not what was in the air.
But what was on the mind. I could see a painter, and a painting come to life.
I could watch a couple kissing, or see two opponents in a fight.
what I liked about my cloudclusions, I never had to be right.
They were all figments of my imagination, more than concrete precipitation.
They were part of a game that needed no coins.
I was invited to stay, only if creativity joined.
Otherwise, looking at the clouds became a dull choice.
But they stayed alive to me-- when I was a boy.
Now, however, I look for the weather.
As if it ever leaves.
I no longer watch the cumulus circus above buildings and trees.