Early Morning Sky
Underlit clouds reach across the new day’s ceiling
like a giant hand trying to trap something.
Or save someone. But I’m hidden beneath these trees
and houses. It goes on, drifts beyond, the wrong way.
Underlit clouds reach across the new day’s ceiling
like a giant hand trying to trap something.
Or save someone. But I’m hidden beneath these trees
and houses. It goes on, drifts beyond, the wrong way.