What is this enigma up ahead?
A chasm of clear blue in a mountain of black?
White streamlines fragment the space,
A complex gold seeps around its edges,
Creeping out in tendrils.
A rock-pool amidst a lava-flow.
A beginning, life
Rising from bed and gradually nudging
It's blanket past wriggling toes.
The rain begins to lighten.
Sometimes there are moments that are never meant to play out fully and
In an instant
Sheets straighten and clouds
Clamor back across the sky.