Clouds

I was inspired to post this today because I, myself, looked up and saw that the world was full of clouds. (not an everyday sighting here in the desert!) How I wish I could take credit for writing something so beautiful. But I can't. So read and enjoy... it's one of my absolute favorite things.

Darius and the Clouds

You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.

Darius, who doesn't like school, who is sometimes stupid and mostly a fool, said something wise today, though most days he says nothing. Darius, who chases girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks he's tough, today pointed up because the world was full of clouds, the kind like pillows.

You all see that cloud, that fat one there? Darius said, See that? Where? That one next to the one that look like popcorn. That one there. See that. That's God, Darius said. God? somebody little asked. God, he said, and made it simple.

From The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros