Seascape

by Dan Gerber

Nothing happens right now. Everything new
we know, we learned a flickering minute ago.

A towering, anvil-shaped, cloud appears out there
on the horizon line. A one-ship armada.

We watch it growing over the afternoon,
moving this way, growing closer,

billowing, as it gives up its distance
and loses its distinctness as a thing.

more like us now, the atmosphere we are
becoming, the weather we will be.