I’m standing in amazement under skies
and watch the clouds fly faster now than birds,
they all seem on the run. I stay and wait
to witness what it is they’re fleeing from.
Ships sail away and all is leaving me.
One person on a dune I feel too small
to understand. The rain is pouring, now
above me all is grey. The birds are gone.
But when I’m drenched, my feel of losing
at its worst, the grey breaks in a sudden crack
to leak a beam of sunlight over water.
Some birds come back. One ship returns, full sail.