Contemplating

My mind is in the serried, towering clouds On the long and distant horizon. Big, beautiful, bouyant, and bright, full of wild wonder; Yet, so very far away. From the horizon unheard, is rumbling and furious thunder. A waxing power from an ever deepening source; beyond control, beyond understanding. Electric currents barely perceptible flash at will, arcing where they may. These repudiations of smaller thoughts, I know not their intention. From the lowly distance Where my eyes sit It all looks so amazing, Calm, soothing... undefined... and still. It is, ofcourse, so much more. I wonder. Will I ever truly understand, Anything. In my solitude I sit quietly, Watch and wait, and wait...