like massive, motionless UFOs,
hover at high altitudes
over snowcapped mountain peaks.
They appear deceptively tranquil.
Vigilant jet pilots avoid
these aggressively turbulent clouds,
the severe rising and falling masses
of air and moisture
teeming with precarious wind currents.
Intrepid glider pilots gravitate
directly toward them,
eagerly seeking them out
with the thrill of the wave
to astounding altitudes,
then to plummet,
soaring at record breaking speeds
for an electrifying adrenalin rush.
I just want
to gaze at them