Mikaela Castledine #108 A Judgement of Clouds

When it's dark enough

that the colour has gone

out of your eyes

still the quarter moon shining

gives at least

the impression

of a deep falling blue

against which you can see

that night clouds

are still there in the foreground

just casually drifting about

And you notice as if for the first time

that like so many things

they are not gone when you can't see them

like gods or great dead uncles

they can watch unnoticed

over all your foolish manoeuvres

and you feel yourself falter

self conscious

at the vapourous judgement of clouds