She came as if from a great cloud,
her hair a mass of constellations,
her skin a milky hue.
It was morning time, and the mortals
were just waking –
pouring their coffee, ironing their shirts,
and reading their newspapers.
She looked upon them like a teacher
might look upon a misguided student,
with distaste and with remorse,
because they had, after all, missed
the entire point,
and she didn’t feel like explaining
it all over again.
She knew that with a touch of her hand
their world would disintegrate into nothing,
but she was wise, the cloud woman,
and understood the very cruelest punishment
was to let them be,
so she turned and vanished back
into the sky from whence she came,
leaving them to their
lives and their