The Portals In The Sky

The Portals in the Sky

What madness, O cloud, what quirk of the mind!
No philosopher  can read away
the word you hide in your terrorizing rains.
The towers watch for the signs;
see no omens.

The signs are all swept away
in the elation
of the waves that rock the horizon's calm
and the certainty of the tidal waves.

You have arrived like a column of smoke
erupting to swallow  the slumber of the sea and the sky.
A grey elation, never heard of.
Elation without a logic to its augury,
a magical, enchanted pleasure-dome,
or a shroud that hides the apocalyptic dawn!

Hold your thunder, hold your wrath!
Let me have my breath in peace
before I can read and understand
the script that you write on the waters.