I used to watch the clouds move

                                    towards me and


                                       Lead me through the day 

                                                                     My most loyal companions 

                The secret 

to seeing their steps

              is to be very still 

                             and very quiet.

                                                            I wanted to move with them and took a step.

They stopped moving for that second when I lifted off the ground. I tried to travel with the clouds. They left me breathless, hanging in the air like a starched flag, windstill. A stable structure in einer formfreien Welt. I ran sem balanço e sem graça

Until I realized that by taking my first step I had been outrun by the clouds. 

Clouds don’t move but are moved by ambitious hasteful steps, or das Sanfte breath of rest.