Did anyone else see the patchwork rain clouds today?

My God, The Clouds

Today the rain clouds form
in splotches across the sky
as if tears wept but unwilling
to meet the ground. So they
form, suspended above
people like me, who claim
God is speaking.

About Life. Maybe just mine.

I think, maybe things
don’t crumble—
they just fall into place.
Maybe I’ve built my life
like a tower, like Babel
when I should be a road
to Jericho.

I feel my language
is confused as I look to
The sky for communication.

Oh God, Oh God
I don’t know.
And I’m in danger.
The clouds seem to be talking.
They seem to be crossing the sky
and joining together in
some unholy upheaval--
to leave rubble in their wake--