Cumulo

 
 
Spinning up the motorway
I looked to my right,
And there hanging over the endless
Manicured fields

Was a creature of such majesty
As made me see
Myself trying to be
Somewhere I had to be but wouldn’t know
Until I arrived.

That soaring cumulonimbus monster
Hanging there
Spoke to me
In tones that shook me
To the core.

As I drove up the motorway.

I saw us all
At real scale
And knew us
And saw us all
As very small things.

Also saw
Other people
In other cars.

 
 

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