In Awe of Clouds

On some days
movement is obvious
Each layer clearly defined

One floats past another
Little concentration
needed for eyes to follow

On other days
motion slows to
barely discernible

Requiring a focus so
intense, all distractions
must be blocked out

Why do we need to
experience such motion?
Learn to focus so intently?

Speed is not an
accurate measure of
intelligence or success

Wisdom and love
travel best together
through a steady gaze

And time seems to
stretch with one single
instance of expressing awe