Cumulonimbus
Cumulonimbus
She is impassable, this cloud.
Tall and dark underneath but
white above, an open promise.
Her sides curve with billowy garments
and she is full.
She passes over.
She spreads her arms
like a mother from a balcony,
like the woman on the roof, bathing
in her white waters
to us unreachable
though we would sin out our lives
for her.
Thunder moans,
moaning.