Cloud Haibun

Will solutions remain suspended in the new year?

Cloud Haibun 

Rolling shore 
grey ripple contour
white, as new blue
light split through.

Follow your favorite 
as it morphs from large trout to unearthed arrow 
floats heavily west to a weekend park of sky
where clouds hang, trade gossip
whisper of withheld tears
when to cry the healing water.

A date is set for a business meeting.

    WHEN 

TO BECOME LIGHT AGAIN
         cool the ground of thirst

It will be a worldwide gathering 
of all the makers and bearers, beginning with most high and removed: 
                         Cirrocumulus, Cirrus and Cirrostratus
                                       the mid-level workers: Altocumulus and Altostratus
           the lowest closest to earth: sweat-stained workers heavy-lifters
                                                         Stratus, Cumulus and street-smart Stratocumulus
all one family—intermingled vowels—spread by atmosphere
no longer in best interest     to remain detached          
                            somehow all must agree on a plan together.

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Why I have hope for the new year.

Hope defined as an action verb.

I think when tension is at its greatest, evolutionary change is at its highest potential.

Earth as a direct feedback loop informs in ways we all have no choice

but to pay attention to because the interdependent nature of our

actions by default places us ALL in the same lifeboat

thereby uniting all in our survival as priority weather we agree or like it or not.