I took this photo yesterday evening of these extraordinary clouds. Well, they look extraordinary to me. I’ve written several poems inspired by what I see here. If you want to borrow it to write a poem or a piece of prose, be my guest.
Against a sky deeper than any blue,
layered light and the still air of the cosmos,
drift the cloud people,
the stories of flying horses,
Freyja’s cats, the winged and warlike.
We point a finger in awe, though there
are no flashing lights, lasers or the
clashing music of the wide screen,
no silver battle ships, racing
faster than light among dazzling
reconstructions of stars.
We pause in wonder,
at the dawn of time.