by Elsa Johnson
What else would one write on a fairest day?
Yesterday overhead the clouds flew by like
fluffed white dragons strung out horizontally —
battalions no – legions ! lined up against
perfect blue Today’s heavens have changed three
times this last hour — wisps first tattered as if
breath ripped apart in some great battle — then
infinite pale and totally cloudless sky
Now? Dragon spawn Today is all sea rush
a constant in-rushing wall : Sound — wave
upon wave — wearing away relentless and
without emotion Thus what else can I say but
Great Spirit Dragon Breath oh cloud and air
let me be present Here : Let me be now