a poem in my pocket

They clutch umbrellas tight

against rain blowing down;

all shaded, see no light,

dull minds and faces frown.

though now the storm is spent,

blue sky is peeping through;

conformity’s posture bent,

the crowd just finds his shoe.

imagination will rise, 

creativity’s cheery red;

 above dark thoughts he flies

to walk on clouds instead!

– photo by Joel Robison entitled “Breaking away” at http://joelrobison.com