Clouds

Who can know the mysterious ways of the clouds? They travel in white whipped masses and gather like solemn pinnacles looking upwards in reverent penitence. Silent clouds slowly form and move about like floating fields in a heavenly marsh or like soft suspended pillows making themselves vulnerable to the temperamental ways of the wind. Sometimes they seem almost helpless as they wander in a ghost like state like wastrels, weighed down by the prospect of an impending storm. The yawning blue sky has become quickly overwhelmed by clouds’ alluring apertures. Now they collectively amass in billowing silence crowding the vast sweeping hemisphere. Slanting sunlight breaks forth to spar with clouds’ menacing shadows that threaten to overtake the light like competing shadow puppets during a midday matinee. Clouds are endlessly breathtaking and appear seemingly mute except for faint whispers from the winds as if time stopped to hold its breath within the boundaries of earth and sky. 4/18/2023