A layer of cloud covers the summer sky,
pleasant without menace.
Serene by absence of noise.
Drawn by wind carriages.
The sun’s rays exposing momentary holes,
transformed into stilts of light.
Only to disappear then reappear.
The shadow makers continue their passage,
individually, collectively –
it matters not,
for they are there,
without torment or whisper.
© JJ Evendon,January 2016
“Our Clouds” is from the latest collection by JJEvendon: Apocalypse