A poet inhabits this sky
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A picture poem
The looming sky hangs over
Hiding the light in a sudden
Moment. No, wait, the sun is
A bright center of the clouds.
Sky…lines
Today, I am surrounded by that
Same sky I admired a few days
Ago. Well, not same. Clouds are
So versatile that no two days in
A row or set apart by a few days
And a new year evoke the same
Sky. It's new and billowing in a
Breeze, although the clouds are
Stiller than my hat which blows
Off, stopping at my outstretched
Hand. It's right to complain that
The gusts make the cold colder.
Ah, sure, but oh my there's that
Sky!
The sky
Look at the sky. I say it
Twice, "Oh my, look at,"
I say, "that sky" and you
Know what? It really is
Worth a second look.
Life
Just being able to say, to
Acknowledge those clouds
What a beautiful sky! I say,
Exclaiming to myself, but
Also claiming its calm yet
Torrid outlines for my own
This beautiful sky, it's mine
Not quite daylight
That vigilant protective moon
Isn't shining in this morning's
Sky. Today it is a darker 6a.m.
Than yesterday's. Why? Why do
I care? I am not concerned, but
I miss the brightness of the orb.
I am not foretelling a harder day
Prediction is not in my bag of
Tricks. At least not on this day.
Today, I was searching for its
Light but saw only grey skies.
There is river and it has all the overblown drama
Of a heated novella where only
the dysfunctional
Functions. Eddys swirl in defiance
of a stirred sky
A sky in which clouds speak with force demanding
Center stage, commanding the spotlight and
Grasping at the picturesque in an
unrestrained
Hulabaloo and volumes, nay reams
that outline
Light and shadow. It's a fierce competition
For our attention, for our love, for
our respect
The depth of clouds
Who sits in judgment when
The sky turns dark, clouds so
Rich in blackness and texture
As to invite a pad and ink to
Navigate its appearance. You
Need to document what you
See when the billowing clouds
Burst through with a charcoal
So brilliant as to shape your
Vision and leave an outline in
Your memory. The sky wants
Nothing more than to write a
Commentary on contrast and
To commemorate the evening.
Clouds substantial, shadowy
Wispy, solid float overhead,
The contrasts made real and
Solid in dusk turning to night
Moon verse
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
I told you about the man who's
Been living on the moon. He has
A source of water so he like we
Stays hydrated. But you didn't ask
About him or his issues with food
On account of there's no cheese
There. You wanted to hear about
My life in an alternate universe not
His. On the moon. My alternates
Are deep in the core of this green
Earth. [Still no cheese.] Truth to tell
Not very green deep in the center
Of the earth, in its beautiful heart.
Life up on top was lusher, greener
More verdant but that's just being
Redundant. Alternative universes
Swirl among the stars. I am over
The moon. Somewhere behind
Our sun and up over the rainbow
We can play dodging black holes
And golf ball sized meteors no
Longer buried deep inside earth.
This is some alternative to life as
I have known it; as we know it.
Forecast
The rain missed us
This afternoon, but
We did not miss the
Rain. We expected
Drops to catch us
And looked up as
Clouds circled in a
Horizon above our
Heads, darkening in
That menacing way
They do when rain
Is in the forecast, a
Window of hours, an
Anticipation it could
Pour now or in four
Hours or we would
Dodge the event all
In all. The rain came
Later. We were home.
Tamara, really 