to see clouds scud is to see all childhood again
to see the clouds in white light penumbra
and the grass lit by tiny silver dollars of dew
and the sun a pageant on parade
the lambs aslumber by their ma
the
baas
and the silence of the world beyondÂ
the thrum
to
see
to feel
like a day in california
sometime
warmth, shineÂ
of hours
that go on…