Free from Form

this is an old poem that I need to share today. I wrote it back in the late 80's early 90's not sure really. Please enjoy.

The clouds move free from form
Feeling the wind move its outer region
I sit and wonder if my form is much the same
There is the basic mass of materials
Metaphysical to cause the molecular being -
And then that which surrounds me causes
or influences me to bend this way and flow that

Looked upon myself I might be unusual
Or unique, but add the earth next to me
The supporting sky behind me, and
The passing sun, and
The whole view is Astronomical.

Not too enlightening, but enjoy the pic.