Poetry Pals

With much appreciated help, I've worked on a previously posted poem and have it to the point of almost satisfaction. It goes as follows:

Grasp

These gassy ideas
shift and search,
wisp along my mind,

could mean anything to anyone,
or nothing to no one,
like animals in the clouds.

I need tidy oceans,
deep and powerful,
to sail for uncharted lands.

Even a passing shower,
palpable, nourishing,
some liquid to sate this thirst.

Better yet: concrete,
solid and steady,
supporting others’ weight.

Maybe a pebble
to toss at your head -
something you could feel.

-spk