Cloud Amoeba

Andrew Jones

Remember when the clouds were birds?

And they would stretch on one side,

ebb to the other,

extend out like the

arm of an amoeba

towards what?

– I cannot say,

What else would they engulf?

They already have the sky,

but they were always reaching,

always towards something.

Andrew Jones is a writer in western Pennsylvania. He can be seen getting lost in numerous forests with his dog just as the sun sets.