"I Discover Something"

(photo by: Martine Marche)
Searching for scattered
constellations, I discover
something else.

Just before a sonic boom
a cloud appears behind a cloud
melting darkness in
purple iridescence;

Drops of rain fall
like halfpennies, more as
a technicality than necessity.

Through the splintering
lights I see my friend
posing before the spectacle
like a boy being
addressed by his mother.

Gnarly neon lines creep
to destination and hang
on the clouds for
divine show-and-tell.

Muses play tricks on an
undulating poet while
sirens whine for company
and philosophers hold
hemlock to the sun
and laugh.

A quarter of the sky
irradiates, while the other
portions look on from
the jealous rooms
of unaffected darkness.

The storm rises on the
sky, refuses to threaten,
and continues to
strike awe

As heavenly horses pull
the Prophet on a
chariot of fire
crossing over the storm;
they acclimate,
galloping thunder.

I look on as Elisha
must have, convinced
and alone.

Pushed by zephyr's high
winds the clouds disperse
and I peer through these gossamer lines to
see what's happening
outside.

by Wm. Rieppe Moore