Cloud Mountains

There’s
a mountain
of clouds, on the horizon.
I want to climb that cloud mountain.
I want to go, where no one else, has ever been.
No, you can't make that ascent, it's not a mountain at all.
But maybe, that just means, if I went, if I tried, I would never fall.
But it's just an illusion, there's no solid footing, it's all just collected droplets
from water vapor. No, there has to be, some formula, that can't be done on paper.
Why, why can't I try. Because it's not a mountain, and it's in the sky, and the long, sharp
claws, of the scientific laws, will paw, and shred into reams, and put to rest any such
dreams. But there must be some way, to climb that mist, and I can still see that cloud
mountain, so I know it does exist. But these are the thoughts only a child could conceive.
You must not entertain and get caught up in what only, the wild wind would believe. No, to
reach for the impossible is what I’ll teach, and I will reach that pillowed, pillowed peak.

Michael O’Brien is a poet, playwright, and singer/songwriter who resides in a Chesterfield N.J. He currently works as a special education teacher specializing in young adults on the autistic spectrum.