Poem for a Cloud Passing Overhead Near the End of Summer

Falling deeper into reverie

I get a glimpse of it yet

A summer breeze stirs

Across the lawn

Recursively

Just as vision returns and

A cloud whispers overhead

Poems within poems 

In the things

A great poet never said

Human nature is the container

Our experience flows

Into continuously 

All the signals received

That were never sent

The ghost in the machine

That keeps us busy guessing at

Whatever might have been meant