Muddle of Pearl

The clouds are bleeding orange purity

An eye-watering haze of infinite prisms

Bright orbitals projected by the star

That looms, growing behind the windowframe.

The murky horizon sentinels murmurate

Trees in some distant wind

The disc shimmers through morning green

Remarkably similar to light through water.

Now the thread-like clouds untangle and dissolve

Reshape in darkling pillars

Loom in solemn bands

I look down.

Taste of recent toothpaste

Underlain by coffee aftertaste

Eyes bleary

Square my shoulders and walk on.

If reality is concentric spheres

Like the ancients incessantly droned

Outside to inside, order to chaos

235 over 256

And the light that comes from heaven

Illuminates tilting Earth

One must revel in the sun’s morning glory

Shining through the undersky world.