The Creator's Autograph
Autographs In The Sky
AH! THE CLOUDS
Nothing could have stopped me
From noticing.
Perhaps even a blind man
Would have noticed.
Well,
I More than just noticed.
I mean
I stared,
I gocked,
I admired.
I was close to lusting after.
I even stopped to capture it all
Inside my small silver camera.
Was I a little self conscious
Out there in broad daylight
Snapping pictures?
Well,
Perhaps a little,
But mostly,
I was shameless.
Nothing could have stopped me.
Well, perhaps,
Had I let myself drown,
Yesterday,
Had I let myself sink
To the bottom
Where all I could see,
If I looked upward,
Was the murky surface of the Sea
The Sea of Fretting and Worry.
But I decided yesterday,
To look upward
Into the sky of endless horizons.
I know some folks,
Had they seen what I saw,
Would have stood there silent,
Gasping at the wonder of it all,
As I did,
BUT
Would have described it
As God’s anger boiling over,
Getting ready
To send torrents of water
To cleanse our evil deeds.
There was certainly
A sense of waves
Waves of advancing soldiers
Marching across
Across an already-captured land.
But I didn’t feel captured
Nor afraid.
The clouds looked more
Like hungry lovers building,
Building to that climatic moment,
Moment of impregnating
Mother Earth,
Who seemed to be shouting,
"Come to me,
Bathe me,
Like the lovers you are,
All of you!
Rain down on me!"
The Creator’s presence
Ah!
Was definitely there.
As I snapped picture
After picture,
I kept looking 'round to see
To see if perhaps the Creator
Might be standing there,
Admiring the scene as well.
And I would have asked
For an autograph.
Perhaps,
These pictures are autographs.
M-m-m. How about that?
Wonder how much,
How much these autographs,
Would tender on Ebay?
Or are they like so many "things"?
Priceless.
And as the day came to an end,
There was one final performance,
Priceless
Performance.