Full of awe

Last night's sunset was exquisite--full of looming, animated sunset-tinted monsters like  this watercolor. As I stood in front of Armour House watching these massive cumulus clouds boil above me, I felt my insignificance. These were truly awful clouds.

It seems appropriate to quote Philip Levine, newly appointed US Poet Laureate. From Levine's poem Clouds:


The clouds have seen it all, in the dark
they pass over the graves of the forgotten
and they don't cry or whisper.

They should be punished every morning,
they should be bitten and boiled like spoons.

The full poem is available here.