There’s no way to describe how the light splays
after the storm, under the clouds
Still piled like Armageddon
Back to the west, the northwest,
intent on incursion.
There’s no way to picture it,
though others have often tried to.
Here in the mountains it’s like a ricochet from a sea surge,
Meadow grass moving like sea stalks
in the depths of its brilliance.
~ ‘Outscape’ by Charles Wright, Sestets.