Sunday, March 13, 2016

Yesterday's Clouds

Yesterday's Clouds 
As we headed west during yesterday’s run
Clouds in the sky got our attention.
Most often on runs at that early hour
It is clouds in the east that have that power.
Often times purple and sometimes blue
Against a pink and pastel-y hue
Of the sunrise over the reservoir
Or over the water in the harbor.
But yesterday the entire bank of clouds
Seemed like it stood still and stood out
And the break between the clouds and sky
Was cleaner that anything that had ever caught my eye.
To the north and directly above us, light blue
Looking further west then, a darker hue.
The sky not yet fully lit by the sun
Given how early we’d met for our run.
And then to the south of the blue shades
Was a sharp white line at the edge
Of a cloud bank extended as far as I
Could see to the south in the morning sky
And beyond that sharp line was mostly gray
For a cloudy start to a busy day.
The edge between the clouds and clear
Was sharp and fine and not a smear
That one often sees with wispy clouds
That do not have lines that make them stand out.
And besides making a comment about the sky
I did have a question in my mind
Wondering what else might be as clear
Was there something far or something near
That I had been pondering for some time
Seeking to make reason or rhyme
Of something that otherwise seemed not to make sense
That might suddenly come off the fence
Of balancing in uncertainty
And instead be clear for me to see.
Or perhaps that wasn’t the meaning of what I saw
Maybe it wasn’t a sign at all
Maybe it was just a random event
A glimpse of clarity for a moment
To simply remind me to clear my brain
So that I can better ascertain
The answer to questions that float in my mind
The ultimately depend on my having the time
To sketch, to ponder, and sort out
What each one is truly all about
The world is not here to provide clarity
If anyone will make sense—it must be me.
The world provides so much from which to choose
But only I can choose to win and not to lose
Whatever happens I can learn and grow
That is the one thing I clearly know.
As clear as the line in the clouds yesterday

Reminding me to find clarity in my way.


  1. Thanks, Sandy. That means a lot to me. I had no idea where it was going when I started it. In some ways, a reading of this could be the essence of a five minute talk. I just wanted a visual of the clouds I saw yesterday when I began. What I ended up with is a statement about what is and isn't clear. What can and can't be clear. And the self-reliance that comes with owning the clarity.