CLOUD BANK OVER BROKEN ARROW
Rolling from silver-blue, round powdered edges
Outside to in, overshadowing hedges
Etched on the daisy-buff fluff of the prairie,
See it appear, unashamedly airy!
Blocking the sun with one corner, impeding
Glare like a Sky Spirit’s bended arm, speeding
In no way, but glimpsed from the interstate, level —
Muscular shoulder defying the Devil.
Cumulus Watcher, from Mingo Road, study —
Sober, long-suffering, crimson and ruddy,
Stoic, unmovable, brave, bronze, aloof —
How this dough rises on each vaulted roof.
Grandfather Sun, through the eyes of the East,
Watches, himself, while it grows without yeast.
Scan the horizon beneath it — a tunnel
Paler in hue, horizontal white funnel
Traveling under with sheep of its own,
Not to leave, billowed above it, alone
Something so dignified, formal and grand
Journeying forth to the Radiant Land.
Lowering windows to smell the aroma
Buffeting through my revered Oklahoma,
Cherokee County is spreading its fingers
Upward in praise. The Creator’s light lingers!