The Steps I Hear Are My Own

The floor
makes sounds
like clouds—
the clouds are
old.
What if they lasted like that
and did not
die?
What if they did not
break down,
and collected there
in the sky, one on top of
the other forever.
A medieval cloud,
a Hitler cloud, a cloud
that was watched by
Marie Antoinette, and laughed
at by Marie Antoinette?