A curiosity thing
Poems from the clouds
A couple poems from a couple evenings
Which way do the clouds go? Ask and don’t expect to know anything definitive. Don’t you ever wonder who’s the one looking? Who’s the one splattering serpentine trails of pink and blue and golden across luminous spaciousness? And must we understand it or can we just notice the brilliance?
Absolutely mad with beauty. Something slightly terrifying. What of it? I find delighting in the darkness guarantees that even boredom isn’t boring. A curiosity thing.
Very insightful, Faye. Even boredom isn’t boring when you’re curious about its nature. Asking, attending, delighting!