Oh the Overcast

Oh the Overcast

Oh the overcast,
the blue-gray whipped parfait,
the steely waters underneath
a lowered ceiling just
about to fall into
one thousand silver pieces.

See the seagulls’ soaring
silhouette. And see
the sailboats anchored all
without a sail. And see
the distant sandy shore
and toy-like houses claiming

their monopoly
of narrow intercession.
All this and more is my
interpretation of
one moment, monument
in manifest to That

in which it is, and That
in which we rest, and That
to which I am in worship,
father, son, and holy
lover of this earth
and sea and sky. Oh my!

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers