Little Dark Clouds

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Little darks clouds

obstructing my sunrise view

are speckling the morning sky,

or are they supposed to be

the focus today of my eyes?

 

Are they the sleep in my eyes

leftover from yesteryears,

wayward strayers

from the storms I used to fear?

 

I hope they are not a foreshadowing

these shady blotches creeping in,

harbingers for the great black cloud

that used to follow me.

 

Perhaps they are merely another

lesson or reminder,

set against the ugly manmade power lines

photobombing the natural wonder…

 

I wonder…

always wondering, noticing, dreaming,

spinning fantasies, creating,

head always in the clouds,

drawn into the sky,

even when walking and driving…

 

little dark clouds

lost like me

out of place

wandering

floating by

searching

for where they can rest

out of the way

from blocking

others’ view

of another focus

 

how can little dark clouds

be so contrasting

yet so invisible…

 

My higher power shakes his head,

and says, “Whoa, Laura, let’s bring it back in,”

and tosses in over-the-top grandeur

personalizing it with some contrails

so I know, and I smile in return,

 

and continue for a long while

running around my half-acre front and back,

at first barefoot and bralessly free,

then I remember safety and dignity,

and return more clothed

with fire-ant protection on my feet,

 

and the neighbors know this routine,

and are shaking their heads, too–

they’ve stopped coming out and asking

what on earth I am up to–

 

but secretly, I am shaking my head at everyone,

especially the ones who slept in and missed the whole show:

how can a sunrise, sunset, sky any time day or night

ever get old??!!

 

A twinge of melancholy brushed my soul

this morning, but now seems so foolish;

those brushes of shadows are natural,

little dark clouds before a sunrise glorious.

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Words and images by Laura Denise

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Little Dark Clouds

Little darks clouds

obstructing my sunrise view

are speckling the morning sky,

or are they supposed to be

the focus today of my eyes?

 

Are they the sleep in my eyes

leftover from yesteryears,

wayward strayers

from the storms I used to fear?

 

I hope they are not a foreshadowing

these shady blotches creeping in,

harbingers for the great black cloud

that used to follow me.

 

Perhaps they are merely another

lesson or reminder,

set against the ugly manmade power lines

photobombing the natural wonder…

 

I wonder…

always wondering, noticing, dreaming,

spinning fantasies, creating,

head always in the clouds,

drawn into the sky,

even when walking and driving…

 

little dark clouds

lost like me

out of place

wandering

floating by

searching

for where they can rest

out of the way

from blocking

others’ view

of another focus

 

how can little dark clouds

be so contrasting

yet so invisible…

 

My higher power shakes his head,

and says, “Whoa, Laura, let’s bring it back in,”

and tosses in over-the-top grandeur

personalizing it with some contrails

so I know, and I smile in return,

 

and continue for a long while

running around my half-acre front and back,

at first barefoot and bralessly free,

then I remember safety and dignity,

and return more clothed

with fire-ant protection on my feet,

 

and the neighbors know this routine,

and are shaking their heads, too–

they’ve stopped coming out and asking

what on earth I am up to–

 

but secretly, I am shaking my head at everyone,

especially the ones who slept in and missed the whole show:

how can a sunrise, sunset, sky any time day or night

ever get old??!!

 

A twinge of melancholy brushed my soul

this morning, but now seems so foolish;

those brushes of shadows are natural,

little dark clouds before a sunrise glorious.

 

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Words and images by Laura Denise

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