Been thinking a lot about place and sky.
We had some friends over last weekend after a brief but brutal downpour, and when they arrived the sky was still recovering, the clouds dark and crisp, bulbous and low-moving. The sun battled to come out, backlighting a dark cloud with a rim of golden pink.
One friend remarked as he exited his car that the clouds made him think that any moment the Valykries would come charging through, bursting apart the clouds and thundering across the sky.
It's late summer. We've had many brief and brutal downpours, leaving the sky a shredded mess of grey cloud fragments in the early evening. Last week we had 5 inches in just a few hours.
This poem by Charles Simic is called Autumn Sky, but I wanted to share it with you anyway (autumn's not too distant...). I love the way it combines the sky and our sense of time.
In my great grandmother's time,
All one needed was a broom
To get to see places
And give the geese a chase in the sky.
The stars know everything,
So we try to read their minds.
As distant as they are,
We choose to whisper in their presence.
Take a clock that has lost its hands
For a ride.
Get me a room at Hotel Eternity
Where Time likes to stop now and then.
Come, lovers of dark corners,
The sky says,
And sit in one of my dark corners.
There are tasty little zeroes
In the peanut dish tonight.