beautiful white clouds in a big blue sky

Light crawls on all fours,
extending a slender neck
above the back wall,
squinting weakly into dim.
An effort, at least, is made.

Crows caucus in riots,
horror film extras alarming us awake,
before their covens calm and clot
on cold roof ridges.

Aeroplanes overhead scrawl lines
and secret signs on the whiteboard sky,
dissecting the light with cold care,
taking who knows whom to where.

Day runs down the roof like milk.
The air is stillborn today
but there is happiness here.