red sky

 we wake at dawn

blood red river 

on the horizon

and the winds come

we run

to capture

the sheer wonder

of crimson

"red sky at morning

sailors take warning"

molten clouds

a streak across the sky

changing too quickly

and too primal, too real and too vast to capture

evaporating as the sun rises

cell phones in hand 

this spectrum defies the camera's eye

even as we wonder how to capture it 

and fail again

in the retina of the present moment and of memory

it resides

untamed

undaunted

alive

— Lorena Wolfman