The Giant Eye

There is something suspicious
about the cloud formations here.

We find ourselves glancing up.

The way their tentacles creep over the mountains.
Groping over the dark forests
like giant blind insects
who are always searching the Earth.

Or how they can suddenly open up
as endless terrains.

As if, for a few hours,
there’s a great kingdom,
and the sun participates.

Setting off the golden columns,
painting the arches and illuminating
the temples.

But mostly, it’s the constant promise
that at any moment
they’ll reveal
a great mystery
that was always there
like an alien ship
or a giant eye.