LOOK ABOVE US

by Marguerite Guzmán Bouvard

The mountain slope is dwarfed

 by the passage  of massive clouds,

 moving in different directions and

continually changing shapes; the smaller ones

that are transparent soar upwards like spume

from behind the dense, furling waves

that have taken over the sky. The Alps’ tallest

peaks seem miniature as if the wind

were telling us a story about dimensions;

the size of a speeding truck, an open

page in a book, a clump of soaring pines,

are like moments in time, and

that transcendence and mystery

are part of our lives.