5/8/06

CLOUD COVER

A face from the past - she's a millionairess apparently

And in the streets too many middle-aged men wearing not enough clothes, pretending they are on holiday in the Caribbean or somewhere like it –

There is always competition; even here – why is that?

Each arc of cloud this morning most definitely has a silver lining – therefore I must assume that we are still at war –

The first moments of wakefulness are like multiple agonies at the moment – the onrush of thoughts is immediate –

There is nothing like being a little drunk and sitting at the edge of the lake gone 10pm and watching the clouds roll in over the hills, covering them gently in threads and scars of white – meanwhile wondering just what is my destiny to be

The Convention 'One World' field is clearing camp – there are hollers and prayers, many American voices saying goodbye – the confederacy makes for home - the skeletal remains of their marquee now something coarse and unprepared against the beauty of the lowest cloud I have seen here, the lake hidden and all the surrounding fells gone -