On kite-flown fields we stood,
and gaze aligned therefrom,
went heavenward to ground.
We followed those stares down:
Eyes dark then did alight
On feet, unknowing where
our feet should go.
We fled the fielded land.
Directionless we ran.
And over-shoulder, sprinting,
saw the cloud-banks billow
black and set to follow;
Past past we moved to morrow.
Fields failed and then fell fallow.
Sun, curtained was covered
And shadows closed to claim us.
The rain threatened to reign us.
And thunder clapped applause
and flung arc-lights to blind us;
alight our lapine flight up-slope.
We bolted from the bolts.
We reached the peak and there
Surveyed the drowning flood:
The marshes made to mud,
the former land awash,
and all the marks erased.
From shattered sticks and brush
We built a roof
from the castaways of trees.
Sought shelter in the now:
Our prior path destroyed
by the indifference of clouds.
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