Sea of Clouds

By Richard J Tilley Published September 10, 2024 Poetry

Translated as an overthrow
Truth is a delicate ticker-tape parade
What will you see in the sea of clouds
It is spreading, and growing, unto all involved
Every so-called progressive step
In which they demonstrate
Through policy
That they accept you for you
Is another step
In which you are being coerced
Into loving and protecting the state
But this is not a call to overthrow
This is a state of knowing
You yourself are overthrown;
To overthrow
Is to be the ugly moon
That is a date to the pomegranate
Sheltering and stole in space
Where denying the sole strict conspicuous
Parting as a dance in the parkway
The delta-way that did not drive
Or fly to get to you
In the sea of clouds
All the parking spaces
Are your own small step
Into the eternal senectitude