Cloudy Valentine

Some gods were lounging

on the clouds when all
of a sudden a 747
droned through
loaded with the opposite
of honey some more of
my relatives from earth
I often think of us clouds
however separated off we
manage to impersonate
one another as all parts
of one body one living
spaceship floating between
the radiance of the gods
and the constant thirstiness
of mankind for more
trying to mollify both