Poem: Swirling Clouds by Mark Tulin


Live a long life,

the clouds say.

Count all your


the winds whisper.

There’s a healer

among us

and we won’t

recognize his name

or the good that he does

unless we change

our perceptions.


And so it is written

in swirling clouds

that seem to form

valuable messages

that only an open mind

could decipher.


Author, poet, short story writer from Santa Barbara, California. I write about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching present in California. These are narratives that may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

8 comments on “Poem: Swirling Clouds by Mark Tulin

  1. Amen! To that! That is awsome

  2. Peter Adewumi

    A great poem at that of course!

  3. We should all take more time to lay in the grass, looking up with an open mind, to see what the universe has to tell us.

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