Cradled in the clouds
Rendered with such concinnity
As along the Sea to Sky
If only I had the eyes
Of old father time
I could see the rock raging
Dropping aeons of boulders
Upon the valley floor
Like hailstones
From sandstone clouds
I roll through
On two wheels
Climbing up
Flowing down
Cornering
And gliding
In flight
Amongst
The verdant
Clouds
The most spectacular thing
About this glorious planet
Is the sky
How often
Do I forget
To look?
How often
Have I seen it first
In the photograph?
I am reminded
Of the day’s catches and false-starts
The day which would have never left my bed
But for a promise to a friend
Else I’d have never known
The depths of blue
The click of a shutter
Could create
In just half a second
Sharp rays raking the dull air
No. No, no.
Divine
I mean divine.