Nimbus

It rises from beyond

The mountains adorning the horizon

Reminiscent of childhood memories

Dragons, giant turtles, pirate ships

Futilely I attempt to decode

This smoke signal

Seeking atonement,

Absolution,

Cleansing...

Recollection of a moment past?

This language fell victim to attrition

Many moons ago

Along with milk teeth

And childhood innocence

In lieu of this

Primordial intelligence...

Emptiness

Try to decipher

The significance

Of this nimbus omen

But I was not meant to understand

Merely to observe

Left only to admire

As it shape-shifts

And transpires

Into its true form

Perhaps cleansing

Is imminent

It looks like rain...

© José V. Guerra Awe