
When I looked up
It passed through me
How much the sky
Was like the sea
But, then, a change
Came hard alee
Without a sound
And by degrees
Switched cloud for lake
Made brown of blue
Like from God’s hand
This something new.
Semi-random musings, poems, and visual images from the journey

When I looked up
It passed through me
How much the sky
Was like the sea
But, then, a change
Came hard alee
Without a sound
And by degrees
Switched cloud for lake
Made brown of blue
Like from God’s hand
This something new.