There is a cloud that sails above the land,
a natural cloud made sentient by an unnatural twist.
It looks and sees.
It listens and hears.
It touches and feels.
It knows and understands
the weight of our compulsions.
Even so, the cloud soon dissipates.
© Rod McRiven 2020
Photograph: Rod McRiven
Yes, actually, I did miss you. I was quite happy to see an update pop up in my inbox!
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Thank you. I’m looking forward to seeing what people have been doing whilst I have been away.
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