A sky marked by change
alternation or pure whimsy
making
for all weathers at once.
The elements at play
cloud, sun and rain
engage in an exchange so subtle
intricate
that all sense of time gets lost
as do season
and perspective.
For a few moments
there is a slow pained spherical glow
as blue and the dense blur
charcoal grey and white
are welded together
in an impish rotation of mirrors
and we are sectioned off equally
between parallel shade and light -
incredulous
till in a rush of sibilance
I glean a flickering past my window
of silver-finned minnows
down and across
to a stained patchwork of houses
or a glistening bituminous wet.
Tall, the shadows on the road are short-lived.
By a curious connivance the day
runs on, masking its purpose,
with every breath all but fashioned anew.
We alter with it, unblinking when
sun comes down as rain.
