Yesterday morning I’d just unzipped the walls from my tent at the Desert Art Festival in Palm Springs, set the desk out back and the umbrella, and I looked up. We were all nervous about the wind forecast, and I looked up to see how much the palm trees were swaying. I was delighted by some white lacy clouds – and fortunately had the camera with me. I took a shot, then reframed and took another. It wasn’t until I came to download them just now that I realized how much those clouds had moved in two or three seconds. Soon they were gone. The fleeting beauty inspired me to write this:
Look up because you might just catch
a butterfly of sky’s lace
disappearing from your present
as the future sidles by.
Look up because beauty
is rarely less transient
than any of us –
even stars do not shine forever.
Look up because only in life
can we see these glints of flying water
just this way – and just this cloud
only right now, right now.
Look up because even without clouds
the dome can hold you down, black or blues
and is that where we all hope
to go eventually?