“Clouds”
“We watch the day pass, the clouds dissipate, the darkness gather and fall, and we wait for the darkness to seek out a lover’s embrace and to pour out all the gathered wisdom. Our hunting is over, and our gathering is drawn in to the light of caves, and the shapes we paint on walls and ceilings are our mythical origins, reflections of what we have painted and wrought inside. And when finally we are inside, for the first time we are not alone and the cries and screams are a revolutionary unfolding of our being being birthed. We eat the placenta before we know we are human and afraid and will one day enter the domain of time and all its curfews for being natural.”
Excerpt from “Clouds” by Steven Johnsrud
