NaPoWriMo - Poem 26

Space

In another universe
there are clouds perched
high on the horizon

with cotton candy consistency
and melted morsels of sugar coat.

There is never rain,
only plump hoarding
in the aftermath of evaporation
and greenhouse effect.

Never condensation
or thunder or electricity.

It is a one way stream

birthed of the ankle aches
and stomach twists
of too many tired mornings
and not enough early evenings.

Obtuse, and too obstructive
to ever latch on to something finite,
it is galaxy, devastated by another,
and sprained in the star dust of time.