Finally a Blue Sky…

Yesterday we finally saw the sun and blue sky. I think I see a huge white bird flying. Watching clouds can be so absorbing.

It made me think of this poem by May Swenson:

THE CLOUD-MOBILE

Above my face is a map.

Continents form and fade.

Blue countries, made

on a white sea, are erased,

and white countries traced

on a blue sea.

It is a map that moves:

faster than real,

but so slow.

Only my watching proves

that island has being,

or that bay.

It is a model of time.

Mountains are wearing away,

coasts cracking,

the ocean spills over,

then new hills

heap into view

with river-cuts of blue

between them.

It is a map of change,

This is the way things are

with a stone or a star.

This is the way things go,

hard or soft,

swift or slow.