I remind you, gentle readers, that these poems are daily and pretty unedited.
this started as what might have been haiku-like:
Eye blue sky, clouds small
smaller smallest until they
pale to horizonhigh hills and valleys
clouds pouring steadily east
glimpsed briefly, blue skylooking up at clouds
we seek solidity where
water vapor rules
and ended as this:
Eye blue sky, clouds small
smaller smallest until they
pale to lavender horizon
pouring steadily eastward
valleys and ridged hills
sails across a weightless sea
bound to weather and sun
waiting for a wind
waving farewell to no one
throwing only shadows
at those who turn to look.
“Eye blue sky,” I like that.