Zeus's backyard

Soft and white with strands of gray
that trace a jumbled path across
the sky. Blue sky roughly peeking
through gaps in the picket fence
of Zeus’s backyard.

My thoughts soar through that yard of cumulus
and cirrus clouds of imagination.
No direction.
Just flying.
Just drifting.

Sinking my toes through the hoary
thickness and dabble my fingers in
the pearly cotton and laugh as
my worries drift away on the currents
of the Anemoi.