This Bridge, Like Poetry, Is Vertigo

In a time of dearth bring forth number, weight, & measure.--William Blake

Describing the wind that drives it, cloud
rides between earth and space. Cloud
shields earth from sun-scorch. Cloud
bursts to cure earth's thirst.      Cloud
--airy, wet, photogenic--
is a bridge or go-between;
it does as it is done by.
It condenses. It evaporates.
It draws seas up, rains down.
I do love the drift of clouds.
Cloud-love is...

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About the Author

Marie Ponsot was one of Commonweal's poetry editors from 1979 to 1985. Her most recent book of poems is Easy (Alfred A. Knopf).

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