The sky is lit
a pure blue spectrum
from high noon east to west
to a grey, jagged skyline
where a lone cloud hangs above it.
It's a foreigner to these parts
having traveled across the globe.
Now, it communicates itself here
to tell us of such beautiful presence
and not a single raincloud draws near.
Even though it's community
expresses itself as a hurricane
the lone cloud forebodes
Even though nations go to war
a poet writes of
A gust quickly sweeps away
the cloud from the atmosphere.
Later, a smudge of sky
and the cloud is one again