Late posting this one. The last 24 hours has been punctuated by loss of power and internet. I used Paul Brookes’ photo for the inspiration. You can see his and the other cloud images here.
And if the cloud path led the way
to somewhere beyond night and day,
would we follow?
Would we dare to leave the known,
the gravel path, the ploughed field sown,
like the swallow,
that flies across the wild sea deep?
Upon the waves, how do they sleep,
land left behind?
Braver than I’d ever be,
to trust to wings to cross the sea,
my homeland find.