Sun & Cloud

the sun 

hung up struggling

in a mounting ring of clouds

rough edged furrowed

slips out of 
my sight

she is a softness blossoming

a smaller garden

a softer cloud revealed 

within an even greater 

cloud

without warning

the sky erupts flames

a mosaic of pale blue light

linen clouds 

clouds burning
burning away
to more clouds
of smoke

in this choking haze

she gazes away from this part of me

wonders if this is life missing 

here in a growing pool 

of new rain

and then her sun runs lemon orange 

streams from the coarse heavens

streams through the coarseness of me

through the shouts

of what few clouds

remain

jppestana

sun&cloud

5.21.18