Cloudburst

Above a congregation,
Grimaces discussing
“The meaning of life”,
You take the form of a cloud
That explodes,
As if to silence the empty prattle,

Metaphysics wetted in your kisses,
Makes a comic sight,
An embarrassed abstraction giving into,
The fullness of a form,
Too tempting to resist,

He who was once a logician,
Famed at sizing arguments,
Moistens, then softens
And then ripens to such incoherence,
You would look him in the eye and say
“You’re just another of my fools”.

22/8/2007