Cloudwatching on a Sunny Afternoon

A brief moment of looking up.

A bulbous white cloud

Looms large in the empty blue sky

Its bright golden edge,

Glowing like a hot filament,

About to be pierced by the long fine spear

Of a jet liner trail.

 

I imagine the cloud

Slowly deflating,

Collapsing into itself

Like a Macy’s Parade balloon,

The puncture wound flapping

In the escaping rush of air.