Turner skies....there is a western painter..included clouds..
most people get busy...are self aware
or never did get to watch clouds or have idle moments

A geat poem to the ode of that...
W.O Mitchell loved his wind..Mowat the animals ..Atwood
the depths of nature of human psyche..

The use of massage was great..
like a conjurer mixing elements
the dust is fine..

The last line I like
although Im always trying to end
with a ponder
in my own which is hard

"It's the clouds of which I remember
most"

"I remember most, The clouds.."

"Most of all...The clouds I cannot
forget. nor ever shall"

"'l'll always remember those clouds"

however upon re reading your works
I like how it goes from the low key
to the height and back to the low
key again

so what do I know!

I read it..I liked it much!
Thank You!

or skinned hands and fingers would be par for the day ....

I like this - it brings memories of things I did as a kid (but I never hung over the back of a ute while it was going, and played in the dust, I might say lol - I reckon that would be a boy thing - I can imagine my brother or male cousins doing this)

I would suggest that you make a slight change to the wording and the tense of the first stanza....
'and slide you hands over the edge
to massage the dirt below
billowy clouds of dust and ash
would rise like giants...'

I like the tone of this write - the recoĺlection of childhood games, and the wish to regain that ineffable innocence
- thanks for sharing
love judy
xxx