A Poem About Clouds

A poem by the slavaa samborska describes clouds as distant, flighty cousins. Compared to clouds, life rests on solid ground, practically permanent, almost eternal. Clouds simply don't care what they're up to down there. And so their haughty feet cruise smoothly over your whole life, and mine still incomplete. That's why can you read a passage from an author that speaks to or influenced you as a writer? I went to danny champion of the world, by rol doll. Had to revisit robinson crusoe, went to the end of a hundred years ofsoli by gabriel garcia marquez. But i kept returning to this poem