I find myself drawn to clouds,
trying to capture their essence.

How, at times they rise,
like sculptures of the gods…

or how they dissipate, leaving
wispy trails in their wake –
not wanting to let go.

I remember cloudless skies
of Arizona – the perfection
of blue crowning our days.

It is that clouds forewarn
that intrigues me the most –
those dark masses that move
swiftly across the screen
blotting out sun, heralding change
Perhaps it is not the clouds,
themselves, that fascinate,
but their shadows…

dark, clinging to light –
how the two are synonymous –
a revelation that somehow
brings me comfort.

(All photos from personal collection – feeling obsessed with clouds lately.  Written for V.J.’s weekly challenge: shadows.)