Week 1 - Ekphrastic Poetry


"Sky Above Clouds IV", by Georgia O'Keeffe (1965)


I drift far above the ground, gliding gently over the clouds below me
The sky hums softly with gentle colors and hues,
Whispering stories of calm in my ear
Peaceful and empty, yet filled with light and color and joy
I may be a visitor passing among the soft sky
Yet in the end, I am grateful even as a witness
To have seen such gentle grace and light
Drifting aimlessly above the clouds

It seems incredible to me that there are millions
Millions of people who have never gone above the tree tops
Above the buildings
Above the clouds
And have never known this quiet and foreign world
Visited by thousands but never occupied

To compare it to the ocean would be unfair
As the vastness below spans far wider than any sea
And the vastness above spans far greater than our sky
It is its own world, untouched by any living being for more than a moment
It is far quieter, far gentler, and far more lovely than we will ever know


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