Cloud Dancing Yes, I am here Where the ice crystals form And dance in the breeze Of hurricane winds The clouds are my home Climbing columnar cumuli Riding witch-whisk of cirrus Amidst stars and the sun. Midst lightning and terror There is calm in these clouds Adiabatic cooling of The passions of the soul. Why, do you ask Am I dancing up here? The ground cannot keep me From falling to Hell. copyright 6 September 2001, Birmingham, AL by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw