Clouds and signs

When, not being tracked by anyone,

I was roaming the city, looking for inspiration,

I would look into the summer sky -

Endless, clear, embroidered with clouds.

First I saw a dragon -

It would fall from the celestial heights,

Drawing in our deep thoughts

And wild instincts.

It was 2017.

Then I saw a swan.

It would slide all over the sky,

Twinkling and blinking.

It was 2018.

Then I saw a tulip.

I didn't inhale its beauty,

But it was unattainably elegant.

It was 2019.

I fell asleep in a beautiful garden,

And woke up with several business cards

In my plastic bag.

Do clouds sometimes click with us?