Another World
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
The perspective up here is different.
Higher, sure, but that’s too simple
a description. It’s a beauty we don’t often
see down there. We live in our man made
jungles and try to forget what is above us.
We like to trick ourselves that we’re at the
top. But, in their own way, the clouds are.
They’re just water in another of it’s many
forms. They look like blue-gray hills from
above.
When they rumble, I relax.
Thunder reminds me of the beating drum
in my chest. Sometimes, that drum will be
too much for me to handle. It’ll rage
against me, like a storm. That’s when I’ll
have to look up, past the clouds,
to the horizon. Then I’ll see
the dawn approaching.

