Underneath

Curious wonders abound with the clouds  

From beneath I can discriminate neither friend nor foe

Puzzled prying even further into their simplicity

I am struck by the nature of these inanimate decorations

Woven by a guileless sky

Narrow as I have been with my place setting in the hours before

I recognize these are minutes to consume

All that can be seen

Rudimentary is the object of me at such times

Weighing the wisps to the east

My sauntering eyes notice the thinness of each

Seemingly deceitful in form they fold onto themselves within seconds

Till the cyclic tide of creation exhales birthing yet another

I investigate the western front

Ballooning plumes dragoon the setting sun

Paternal in their expanding dominance

Colored an off putting white

Pocketing the inherent contrast I let the moments slide

Soon darkness will lope the last whispers of light

Leaving me to the night.