when what hugs stopping earth than silent

i was wandering through

my summer photo folders

hmmmming and oh yeahing

as i saw the skies

and especially all the clouds.

the way-up-there meetings.

i came across some photographs

of two little clouds.

i remember them

well

because they disappeared shortly afterwards.

which got me thinking

and looking

and

lo and behold

there were some words.

wrapped.

in a hug of skin

no less complex than that which wraps 'round my own body -

and no less fragile.

i found myself starstruck by

the gossamer threads of knowing

braided

in this incredible poem

by

e.e. cummings.

)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is

more silent than more than much more is or

total sun oceaning than any this

tear jumping from each most least eye of star

and without was if minus and shall be

immeasurable happenless unnow

shuts more than open could that every tree

or than all life more death begins to grow

end's ending then these dolls of joy and grief

these recent memories of future dream

these perhaps who have lost their shadows if

which did not do the losing spectres mime

until out of merely not nothing comes

only one snowflake (and we speak our names

ee cummings

oh my.