Carried by currents warmed by the sun,
remnants of the Atlantic’s azure waves
rise in their dance to deliquesce.
Gravity, the enemy of coalescence, wages war
with the troposphere to return these ancient aeronauts to
the depths.
But with the firmament, a welcoming host
they find; arms open to gather
them in a cool embrace.
Now crystal, reformed and born anew,
the travelers huddle together and begin to build.
First, a reflection of the surface upon which they will lay their roads.
Next, shapes that stretch from horizon to heaven, grouped so to protect
the developing infrastructure.
The forms solidify and darken at the edges, rolling with the tides that call to
those lost.
Watch
as the metropolis of stratus and stratocumulus grows and thrives.
There is a city above the sea
built to spite eternity.