Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing
Blue sky and sunshine
If we had wings we could fly. Flying around the sky we could glide and ride the air pockets like birds. Clouds fly in the sky like birds on the wind but race, race to their hearts content. Is it a race of the clouds for some god or just people thinking that are making the clouds move? Maybe it is just the wind and the wind blows making the clouds race, race around the sky. Rain and gods, thinking and the sky. Puffy clouds become thin wisps to only accumulate and become the wind. Wind and rain gods descend with the ice particles to the ground. Are we the wind or the clouds or just a rain filled day? Clouds would know the answer on a rainy day. If only we were clouds, would we have less of a watery need? Were we human for the sky? Skies and days blow away with the puffy clouds. Only to contemplate the sky we are bird where we need not be cloud for God. God and the clouds, speak.
Cloud-speak for God is our thoughts and the clouds if only we spoke cloud. Do we speak sky? We look at the sky for an answer but the rain fills our eyes as though with tears, maybe the wind made us cry. The dialogue and the clouds is cloud-speak, for gods but do we understand God or the clouds? Seeing faces in the clouds could be inspiration but oh to read the clouds. As though thunder and lightning were words, clouds may speak to one another. You feel your thoughts drifting as though a cloud follows you but to be guided by a cloud, day and night.
Clouds permeate your thoughts and float along as if on a cloud of thinking. There is another day and the clouds blow off to reveal the sky. Blue sky and sunshine.
