Paddington, It Will Be All Right

the clouds seem restless
like something opening up
blue lakes here and there
thrusting the light forward
the sun popping
where'd she go, the sun?
tufts of dark
spots of light
powdered green
racing caterpillars
long necks, gaping shovels
sponge-like sky
heraldic
small blue lake in the sky
gray sharks swim over
no form, no faces, no angels
purposeful, with a plan I do not know
frivolous
where are the trains?