Cloud Gazing

I wander'd lonely as a cloud...

Do clouds wander or wonder in loneliness?

I see them racing by, each unique, each alone as they travel, absorbing all they can. Then when they can take no more they abandon their load. They don't think about it, don't wonder if it's welcomed or wanted, they just let go.

Do they feel insecure, do they know they are alone?

A sudden gust of wind joins them with their neighbour, do they rejoice from this contact, catch up on all they've seen?

The wonders of the world lie before them, do they marvel at our magnificence our ability to transform the world around us or mock us in our madness, that we would dare to try?

They just pass by in silent observation, they do not question, they do not wonder why, they just wander on.

I to would like to wander as lonely as a cloud, unburdened, without questions, thoughts or fears...

but not without wonder!