the sea is felt

here in the arid lands

the action is far from earth

and further from the sea

the action is in the sky

sometimes such a stark blue 

without pity

sun scorching down

but here the real action

is when the clouds roll in 

as they gather from the seas 

at either edge of the continent

they blossom in shades of white 

and endless hues of grey

the sea is felt

far above our heads

expanses of water

that even when held aloft

still shade us 

our billowing guests

invite their own guests

gusting currents

to propel themselves 

through the heavens

nowhere is water ever still

it’s always changing shape

giving rise to new forms

surrendered 

to the endless lure of becoming

 —Lorena Wolfman