Cloud watching

Before I speak,
I can hear myself.
But when the words echo,
can you hear me too?

The days have been so long
that the clouds look like people.
As they make their rounds
outside my window, I wave to them.

I see little eyes and noses
in the edges where they meet.
It will always be like that.

And on days with no clouds,
I can bathe in the endless blue
flat and unyielding, boundless, forever.