A big universe. We are part of its size. It takes time to Realize, lift in Colliding winds-- Skies swept in needs, In wills conflicting, Until, as one, Clouds pile high Upon the hills.
That must have been an amazing sky to experience in person.
There are clouds right now, it's true, but it's been like this at other times in history, and cooler heads have prevailed eventually. I'm hoping for that again.
Always reading the sky, friend Geo … and / or my cats behaviour … weather is good here according to the weather and my cat … smiles … be well, eh? Love, cat.
A constant state of motion. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the enormity.
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There are tremendous operations in the atmosphere, forces drawn from beyond what is visible, and we are part of them.
DeleteThe blue portals are hopeful.
ReplyDeleteI have always thought so, Joanne --like that blue star that catches our eye in the night sky.
DeleteThat must have been an amazing sky to experience in person.
ReplyDeleteThere are clouds right now, it's true, but it's been like this at other times in history, and cooler heads have prevailed eventually. I'm hoping for that again.
Or maybe I'm reading too much into your poem!
The poem depends on a single metaphor, Jenny. I think you read it right.
DeleteAlways reading the sky, friend Geo … and / or my cats behaviour … weather is good here according to the weather and my cat … smiles … be well, eh? Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteCats are very well attuned to the weather --not overmuch of it meets with their approval, but they seem happy enough. You stay well too, dear ^.^ !
DeleteWe are nothing but a speck in the vast universe but we matter. Love it.
ReplyDeleteLux (=light), that speck is the stuff of stars.
DeleteAs children, we lay on green grass and watched the clouds over us. Over an Illinois plain, clouds morph quickly. Good times.
ReplyDeleteGood times indeed! These are still the good old days.
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