Revisionist Poetry – “Clouds Over the City” – Up Towards the Clouds, v.4

The perfect day arrives
without announcement.
Glass shines.
Stone brightens.
The city climbs
into a veil of cloud.

He looks up until his neck protests,
until the towers seem less built
than dreamed —
their edges blurring
where the sky touches them.

Beneath him, the avenues churn.
Traffic, footsteps, horns,
the quick argot of noon
moving through intersections.
But he stands apart,
quietly aiming his lens
at the pause inside the rush.

A photograph, he knows,
is not only what is seen
but what settles around it:
the hush at the edge of noise,
the silver of reflected weather,
the tension between ascent
and gravity.

So he waits
until cloud and skyline
agree to meet.
Until the city offers
its high, difficult beauty.
Until the frame fills
with something larger than sight.

Then he clicks —
and the moment lives.