Someone has somehow painted the
Clouds onto a dark blue canvas, in
Puffs and billows, white fluffs on
An azure-going-black background
This magical contrast looks so real,
So natural as to make me gasp in
Awe at what genius there is in our
World. Genius with no artifact but
Nature's sky, her clouds, her night.
It was no brush that painted this
Wonder and brought it home to me.
No artful creature, or creative being
Just circumstance, the essential sum
And substance of air, space and time.
It just happened. My lucky moment
Under the cover of sky and clouds
Tamara, really 