The fool beckons

Standing upon a precipice

Ready to leap

Confident in the fickle wind

 

To catch their outstretched arms

 

Gravity demands that its laws be observed

 

Hopping among altocumulus like stepping stones

Dancing through cumulous

 

Peals of laughter swirling in eddies

Leaving whispy cirrus trails in their wake

The fool mocks logic

 

They spin storm clouds into a garment

Pin lightning in their tresses

Adorn themselves in stars

And delight in the ethereal