18.10.2012 – clouds

by deanmelbourne

Yesterday I stared up at the cirrus clouds and marvelled at their intricate and evolving glory. Reflecting a pure light as they touch the troposphere and form ice particles.

Today I did not see. I turned my face that way and although I know it was blue and spectacular I could not see the poetry. My mind was wrapped in thick stratus. Claustrophobic and paranoia inducing fog.

As I write the clouds have passed and there lies before me the myriad of stars.

The difference in truth is citalapram.