Clouds are important to a plain landscape:

those familiar shapes that skate above the horizon,

trailing shadows that examine the featureless plateau,

extracting details that cannot be seen on a clear day,

adjusting our foolish estimates of near and far.


A stranger who trifles with our two-part scheme

of land and sky risks losing the outer world, the fate

of isolation best embraced as a gift.

Art work, Everyday Wyoming, Geology / Earth / Nature, Journal Wyoming, Photography, Poetry, Yellow World

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