Shapes in the Clouds

 

 Never was a fan of squares.

All those straight lines 

And sharp edges

Always seemed too severe.

But triangles just weren't my thing.

Too pointy,

Too pompous and ominous 

And rigid.

I tried the circle routine.

And that gave me boundaries... 

For a while,

But I mostly remember

Being dizzy all the time.

So maybe, I'm not meant to be geometric 

Never been good at fitting into the norm.

Perhaps what I need is something less electric.

I'd probably be better off with a more organic form.

Curves and squiggles,

That entice laughter and giggles.

A world where rhyme weaves tapestries out of riddle,

Where caterpillers hold court 

And cats play the fiddle,

Where myth and legend can cavort 

In fields of the Elysian sort.

So rather than passively feeling out of place,

I'm gonna migrate,

Find myself a climate

That's much more suited to my taste;

A land fit for an itinerant space case.