#cloud is an ephemeral creation
Rather like its element of water
It wisps across the sky in lacy veils
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.