Issue 12

Summer 2014


The Need for Clouds

The best fair skies are smudged with clouds, the kind
whose pure white amplifies and flatters blue,
the composition expertly designed
by airy impulse or a godly cue.
We need those puffy shapes, their boundaries
defining otherwise unsculpted space,
imposing onto its enormities
some finite contours that the eye can trace.
A hard blue bowl of sky boasts endlessness
too broadly, but grows soft and affable
if graced with scoops of sugary confection
that satisfy our lowborn faithlessness:
the smudges make skies comprehensible
to grounded mortals who mistrust perfection.


Jean L Kreiling