Under this clear blue sky,
sitting on a towel in blue jeans
and a red Tee on damp steps,
sipping coffee with the sunrise,
orange and yellow;
wisps of high clouds appear
as if from dreams of ideas,
barely thought out,
stretching themselves fearlessly.
I’ve seen this many times before
while wandering Pacific shores,
deserts, and from the forest’s edge,
how they will blend together,
shades of white on white,
as on a painter’s pallet,
without effort,
without the heave of collision,
creating again and again, coalescing
into something imaginative and new,
and all we have to do is wait and watch.
From: Small Places, Big Places, Everywhere
Unpub. MS p. 7
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