I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
and I yearned to share it with you.

I was going to run,
down to the dock,
to snap a photo for you.

I remembered wise words,
on the age of the immediate,
pervasive and constant, visual.

I considered my love for images,
created by a sharp mind,
when we read other’s words.

I do not wish to rob you,
of an opportunity to exercise,
your own imaginative psyche.

I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
a colossal rectangle!

I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
quilted, in a perfectly recurring motif!   

I saw a great cloud,
out my kitchen window,
a bouncy strato-cumulus sky-duvet!

I saw a duck,
out my kitchen window,
as if landing, on its (eider)downy surface!

I laughed at the irony,
of the (duck)down duvet,
and what we may have missed,

had I run,
to snap a photo,
in my desire, to share this experience, with you. 

~Marcela: introspective; 
on all the things social media could take away from me...  
March 30, 2018


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