drifters and visitors

These were the drifters yesterday evening. 

Remnants from the rain, silently sailing across the expanse of sky, 

passing over me as I stood weighted to the ground. 

I am always caught breathless under them. I cannot quite articulate it. 

It has something to do with being a tiny earthbound witness to 

their grace-like presence creeping across the sky. 

They are visitors. 

And I feel compelled to capture the brief moment they are here.

Drifters and Visitors.

Passing through, never the same.

And always artfully displayed upon a backdrop of sun and sky.