The clouds

Do you ever lie on your back

And look at the clouds?

I did that the other day and thought

about loss.

An anniversary that nobody wants to

celebrate.

But it’s still as real as any birth or wedding day.

A grainy scan photo tucked away

A reminder of the unhappy day.

A knowledge that something was

wrong.

A kind doctor who reminded me of

someone.

The loss of a lot of blood,

and then

A tiny rainbow in a sunny summer sky.

Finally, saying goodbye.

Wondering who you would be

And whether you would look like

me.

I lie on my back sometimes,

And look at the clouds.