Cloud

In those rare eruptions of joy, 

where reason plays no role

for the smile blooming

across my face,

the lack of inhibitions

spread ear to ear,

I look up at the sky

that’s unmarred by

the hands of civilization

with clouds rolling like the

soft promises of a first love,

realizing the irony

that's lingering behind

this moment 

is a fear

of happiness.

                                                          ~N.V.