Think White

Winged vagaries of heart, Cumulus
cotton-balls coalescing with time,
forming endless foam, in white, fluid line.
Life tiptoes on, renewed in countless waves.


A mind charmed by free, floating facts, mine
recalls that year by year earned walk
to White House by Barack, the strange,
disturbing sight of Mama’s hair now white.
Memories like clouds change form with time.