Cloud No Bigger than a Man's Hand

Dick Allen

It approaches from the sea, too small 

 for thunder and lightning 

 but ominous as a closed fist 

 and what it will bring 

nearing us, growing larger, 

 is completely unknown. 

 Beware the leaves blowing, beware 

 the spot on the sun. 

All is turned toward it. It rides 

 the brow of the mind. 

 Soon, it will shadow one cliff 

 and a small lifeguard stand. 

Beware the leaves blowing, beware 

 the spot on the sun. 

 Do your work well. Behold 

 the work yet to be done.