#cloud is an ephemeral creation
Rather like its element of water
It wisps across the sky in lacy veils
Sunset over Silver Lake
Incarnadined by sunset
Then settles greyly, grimly onto a groaning planet
Which then rejoices in life-bearing rain.
Even photographers cannot agree:
A grey day on the beach muffles drama
But lends softness to the portrait.
The fog bank settles like a wall
But parts to let the traveler pass –
Which the unwary captain may regret
When reef proves less permeable than mist.
I’m still most captivated by the rarest view of #cloud
(At least in my experience)
Looking from the odd side, as it were,
Above the cloud.
They float, I float,
Far above the ground.
I may not walk among the angels yet
But what a dance that will be!
When soft mist bears the weight of foot
And cold wall parts so hand and hair can fly
Away in celestial exaltation.
So I tell myself, knowing full well
That whatever life may be when this one ends
It is more difficult to define in the here and now
Than a #cloud.
