Are we there yet?

Yet, there we are

napping on the clouds—

licking the stars

We are up in the clouds
and we can't get down

Below, a man hanging from a cliff

Yet, there we were not

So he plummets plummets, plummets

to the needles afar

pleading for his mother.

We spot a blackberry bush—

it’s voice calls for us

Yet, there we were—

napping on the clouds