after Cloud Rise by Betsie Miller-Kusz
Neighbors across the lane ask why
My house has grown this tall—
I tell them clouds live underneath it.
What is there to hide? Floorboards float
up and walls bleed cloud plaster, stair-
cases of clouds obscure the halo moon.
Now, clouds flow in through the night
window, take forms I know to be ghosts.
xxxsometimes they are eye of rain.
xxxwedding veil. rainbow serpent.
xxxwhite bell. newborn star. mirror
xxxpainted with fog. camellias in
xxxa blue jug. swan’s throat just as
xxxit is bowed. immaculate shroud.
At dawn, in pods of cut-glass milkweed,
even the bees are buzzing honey clouds.