Cezanne’s Tears

When we look at clouds, we see
flying horseheads or bearded giants,
and miss the real.
Over two and a half billion drops
per cubic foot.
Formations weighing
over half a million tons.
Friction juggling gravity
until the drops exceed
four one-hundreds of an inch.

What falls then, are not tears,
or a simple transformation.
It is like Cezanne’s apples.
How he traded the sweetness of the flesh
for the cold force inside,
the force that binds the universe.