Lightness of a cloud
hanging on the thread of a ray of yellow
horizon beyond the thoughts below
a universe bound in peace.
It lay there, somewhere above I thought,
like a word that escaped into the sea breeze
only returning on soaring wing
touching the tip of the memory
yesterday compressed to see
the importance in the view.
Sweet like a lullaby,
cradled clouds I never saw till now,
gazing at images and pulling out
the best of the rest
cropped and fitted to the soul,
endless skies gentle
on a quickening pulse needing release,
soothe the rest as it always does,
restless no longer as time ticks away
and the moment comes to move
into the remains of this day.
I found this image in my Key West photo bank, almost deleted it as the people were dark and unknown, dug out the little cropping tool and was happy to find this left behind when all was done. Off to a long day at work and needed to find some peace before the storm.