views of a cloud

When you're down in the clouds,
you call it fog
and amaze yourselves
with what you can't see.
You may curse the visibility
You may curse the clinging damp
and flee indoors. Later on,
you come back outside
to amaze yourselves
at a cloud flying high
So white and alight
with sun all through.
Ablaze on a field
of invincible blue,
making shapes for
everyone. And you feel
as happy as kids. Rewarded
for looking up, and glad
you did. Later on,
the cloud has thickened
and gone deep gray, like
a darkening wish.
You begin to forebode
and to say "What an ugly
day this turned out to be!"
Even though on the upside,
facing away - that cloud
is as fluffy and white
as innocence is.