The What Cycle?! By CpSingleton © 2014
The clouds are where it’s at!
Peering through misty strands at
The chaos down in the dirt.
Up there is where all empathy is stored.
It is simply released by idle, greedy minds and
It ascends sadly, floating to collect until full bellied.
You can smell, taste and feel in every way
The empathy collected in the sky.
However, it doesn’t want to be there!
It wants to be soaked up by the dark minds.
It wants to pour from down-cast eyes.
That is empathy’s overlooked destiny.
That is why it struggles and wriggles in
The cloud form it reluctantly inhabits.
It fights the ever metamorphosing body.
It pushes and battles until it is free to drop,
With its trillions of other brothers, back
Down to the mother and her errant children.
Down to free the souls for even a day.
Then they can look at the empty sky and
Feel happy for themselves and others around.
Unfortunately they release the empathy,
Let it go! Thinking that now the sun has gone
They can go back to shadows and their caves.
Empathy shrugs its tired shoulders and
The cycle begins sadly once again.
It’s not condensation: it’s hope.