John Tustin


We drifted like clouds –
Into each other, then out;
Pulled apart by currents from plumpness 
Into consistencies of cotton candy

And little by little, night by night
We drifted further each time and came together less.

We could sometimes blend so well. I remember it.

In time we came to inhabit different skies. 

It’s late now
And the treetops sway in a hurricane wind.
The sky is all clouds now as the rain begins falling
And I sob softly to myself in the purpled sky –

My rain becomes with all the rain
As I think about how well I know
We will never drift together again

Even as her rain may yet be mixing with mine.

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. contains links to his published poetry online.

Flights, Issue Four, April 2022