Tuesday, 17 July 2012

A Ceiling of Clouds

I startle when I step outside,
the sky has clouds today,
and not just the occasional
puffy white cotton ball
or the thin grayish whisps
at the edge of the hills.

Instead the clouds form
a ceiling of cotton batting
cut in a perfect rectangle
and hung over my head
to remind me just how high
the edge of the sky is.

Later, the clouds will trail
after the sun, stretching
to the horizon and slowly
turning a brilliant pink
as though dipped in a vat
of fuchsia dye and left.

But for now, they remain
a white and brilliant stripe
against the otherwise clear
blue sky.

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