Oh Clouds!
Fascia of the sky
Reuniting us to wonder
at your sparse expanse
How you, Dear Sky,
are Earth’s womb
our prana of presence
swaddled in your
blue grace
Sky Father, ceiling
of life
il cielo and, before your sex, caelum
divine one
Edgeless clouds,
perpetual fading in and out
a disappearing act
a placeholder for dreams
a net for wonder
And we, us, life
underneath your folding
and unfolding
swirling in and out of perception
It is, you are, the grace of being
the art of seeing inside
that abiding love
within us
beneath the crust of catastrophe
the breaking of boundaries
there
aware
stripped bare
to blue
like you, on a cloudless,
sunny day
bone bare sky,
hiding up high