PASSING CLOUDS

With my eyes in the clouds and my head down on an endless field of grass

I gaze at intriguing shapes drifting across the sky

Washed over with sunlight, their morphing mastery propel me to the wonderful “now” 

From phantasmagorical creatures to a triumphant Poseidon’s trident, their mutations

are blazing in the ether

But then, from nowhere, the wind erupts…

A whoosh of air turning our clouds into inky and prophetic nimbi

They say every cloud has a silver lining

I remain starstruck and hypnotised

Grounded to the earth with my head still in the clouds

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Photo: Simon Martner