The clouds

For generations they saw them
Looming above, the sunlight

Skreeing off the wings’ edges
The bottom in shadow skimming

The heavens as if looking below
For those it wanted to strike

And for generations they ran
Or froze in dread, until so much

Had gone by they had almost
Forgot, and then one day a small

One skimmed over them
And the smart ones stood there unafraid

As from it another smaller one
Fell, light glinting on the edges

Shadowed below falling faster
Than anything they’d seen

And they realized
They’d been right all along