☀ Today's Poem: "A History of Clouds" Christopher Brean Murray

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March 30, 2023

You can think while walking, running,
washing the dishes, reading, grocery shopping,
or sleeping. Driving across Nevada at night
breeds thoughts. They leap from sagebrush
like jackrabbits into your high beams.
Most people can't think while writing.
They have ideas, yes, but not thoughts.
Anyone can snatch an old idea out of the dust
and show it around. Trying to think
will invariably prohibit thought. I thought
of writing this poem while driving to work
this morning. I made sure not to think about it
much. The wind swayed a stoplight
until it turned green. A man in a tank top
leaned into the window of a parked car.
It was not yet 8 a.m. Wisps of cloud
coursed through the sky over Houston.
Someone should compile a book
called A History of Clouds. It could be,
among other things, an anthology
of descriptions of clouds, from novels,
from the love letters of exiled princes.
Shakespeare's "pestilent congregation
of vapors" speech would appear, as would
Mayakovsky's "The Cloud in Trousers."
Clouds aren't mentioned much in the Bible.
God did, however, call to Moses from inside
a cloud. Enoch speaks of "the locked reservoirs
from which the winds are distributed."
Crane's "To the Cloud Juggler" and
Stevens "Sea Surface Full of Clouds"—
and that passage from Gogol
where a cloud slithers over Nevsky Prospect.
It stretches and coils and becomes an intestine
embracing the anxious protagonist
until we realize he's being suffocated by his thoughts.
Somewhere Rilke speaks of "vast, ruined
kingdoms of cloud." That from the love letter
of another exiled prince.

from the book BLACK OBSERVATORY / Milkweed Books

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Jeevika Verma Reviews Clint Smith's New Collection
"Ultimately these poems point to our ability to trust in the face of this volatility. Trust that your unborn baby's heart is in fact beating, even if you cannot hear it. Trust that the sunset is a vision of beauty, even if you haven't stopped to look at it. Trust that the world will still be here when your children grow up, even though it seems to be burning right now."
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Chris Dombrowski on "Just a little green, like the nights when the northern lights perform"
"From my seat alongside Rattlesnake Creek, I looked upstream toward the high-elevation wilderness snowfields that framed and fed the floodplain. The water at my feet had once resided there, and before that it existed as moisture trapped inside a cloud, and perhaps before that as fog, the slough’s breath, the valley’s exhalation, ad infinitum."

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