I watched and waited
for a cloud to move
so I could feel the sun.

“Selfish could,” I thought.

Selfish me.

Expecting, and waiting,
very impatiently,
for something
as large and changing
as a cloud
to move just for me.

I really just want
the warmth again.

The sun on my face
My arms – warming me
so that even the ends
of the hairs on my arms
seem to feel nourished
and reach for more.

But right now
there’s a cloud
taking it’s sweet time
to bugger off.

(By the time the could had moved along, the shadows had grown too long.
But some warmth and light on my skin and face still felt great.)