Fay Slimm.

Turbulence.

 

 

Turbulence.

 

Shallow drapes of soft-lit cirrus
billowed and barred like wind in silk hems

vertically swaying.

Glimpses of cracks in blackness
grew into Gods dancing at whim with satin

streamers waving.

 

The greenish-white curves
in pre-dawn sky were at once unnerving

and yet exciting.

Northern Lights in a modest
display made the heart leap when lit darts

cue to start colliding.

 

Firmament turbulence produces
flourescence which leaves viewers gasping

with plans to come back

again and again

and

again.