A constant state of motion. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the enormity.R
There are tremendous operations in the atmosphere, forces drawn from beyond what is visible, and we are part of them.
The blue portals are hopeful.
I have always thought so, Joanne --like that blue star that catches our eye in the night sky.
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.Or maybe I'm reading too much into your poem!
The poem depends on a single metaphor, Jenny. I think you read it right.
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.
Cats 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 ^.^ !
We are nothing but a speck in the vast universe but we matter. Love it.
Lux (=light), that speck is the stuff of stars.
As children, we lay on green grass and watched the clouds over us. Over an Illinois plain, clouds morph quickly. Good times.
Good times indeed! These are still the good old days.