Cloud Sandwich

"Cloud Sandwich" (original poem)

Clouds above.

Clouds below.

Clouds around,

Like pillowed snow.

Out of one layer--

Into another--

The world below

Is gone and smothered.

This awkward bird

With incredulous wings

Holds the only people

Left on earth, it seems.

With clouds above,

And clouds below,

I am inside

An Oreo;

A cloud sandwich

Is taking me far from home.

Off to new adventures

In lands as yet unknown.