Cloudscape

 

Outside the window,

Beneath the left wing,

Penumbrous and billowy

Snow hummocks surge,

Boil from the bottoms,

Heap upward and pile;

White pillars through doorways

All smoky emerge.  

 

Tall cities appear

On the fairy horizon,

Unbodied and sharp-edged

At the bourne of bright blue,

Skyward to tower,

Ten times beyond flight range,

Out beyond sight range,

Clean shadowed and new.

 

Five thousand fathoms

Beneath flying feet

The gray world rolls onward

Beneath the gray ceiling

To dim sunless sunsets

And black starless nights

Where few can discern

Between seeming and seeing.