Friday, 22 October 2010


…and I travel backwards on a train
knowing I’ll return tonight, back to the start
station - not in daylight - in the dark…

…but in this light, many clouds are hanging
united and disunited,
there – a seal; there – a lying man;
there – a dinosaur and there – a map of Sicily;
and there, and there and there… and there…

…but wait - now look - a shape unrealized
and, no matter how I try,
my mind refuses to conceive
one shape that hangs and moves
imperious on high;
a glory…


  1. Nice poem, I love looking at clouds. I've taken some great cloud photos recently. Hoping they'll inspire me for PiBoldMo.

  2. Nice poem. A good pic with, would be interesting as well, I think.