goodforeverything

when there was a chance
to look past the expanse
of what our eyes would usually see
only a heaven's blur developed
& a cloud with obvious personality
cycled through hue & shape -
quickly & oh-so-sharp
that ten digits of fog
animated their way upward
before
interlocking and becoming a knot
to mock the limits of flesh -
to give us a jealousy to smile at because
realization was overbearing
when this vision of our perceiving
holding hands meeting joyously with mystery
faded to reveal the sun.