Evening ephemera: coda for clouds
The shifting tide of clouds across the sky
Tried hard to tell me something yesterday.
In white puffs and dark channels I thought I saw,
While sideways glancing,
Intimations of a great beyond.
Their punctuation drifted from transcription
To the flourish of a dissipating thought.
And as the moon appeared, rock sharp,
Its crescent shaving space from air,
I lost all knack for knowing.