The smashed weirdness of the raving cadenzas of God
Takes over all of a sudden
In our time. It speaks through clouds and the voices of talk show moderators.
It tells us in a ringing anthem, like heavenly hosts uplifted,
That the rhapsody of the pastoral is out to lunch.
We can take it from there.
We can take it to Easy Street.
But when things get tough on Easy Street
What then? Is it time for realism?
And who are these guys on the bus
Who glide in golden hats past us
On their way to Kansas City?
Asperatus clouds over Cedar Rapids, Iowa: photo by Jane Wiggins, 2006