Strange Clouds

A poem —

Photo by Alex Siale on Unsplash

Strange clouds overhead
drop peculiar perspiration
nurturing, manifesting;
Flooding nations

Unusual trees
Rise, reaching out
with wisdomed fingers
Passion fruit lingers
Bitter citrus stains
our primordial palettes
The seeds of destruction
and salvation
are neighbours planted
together, blind, unaware of
their place
in the order of things
Location, manipulation
in the eye of the beholder
What’s treachery?
What’s boldness?

Grafting
Budding
Whatever you call it
Double green helix
Tallness
Derived
From every flavour
and every corner
of a worldwide ocean
Accelerated by lightning storms
Wash away all of this commotion
Leaving naut but a…
We’ll say bonsai
With its own Cirrostratus
A microcosmic, miraculous
moment of magnificence
Cloud, tree, fruit, seed
All significant