Rough, but Fun

I Breathe Clouds

I breathe clouds
on this fine day, as people pass
me quickly on their way.

I recline and breathe to the trees,
sharing in our equal exchange.

Every inhale is a prayer,
every exhale, a relaxing promise
as I steal ten minutes between meetings.

There are many who breathe clouds
and you will see them on the grass,
lingering on the cusp of buildings,
gathered with friends on benches,
sipping coffee under a cafe's umbrella.

"Stop!" the sky-breathers shout.
"You cloud-breathers pollute our beautiful sky!"

Do we now? Well, at least I don't drive an SUV.