Portent

And then they’re gone.
You watched all day,

Or, you looked up
Often, all day,

And thought about
How people think

Trying to think
What people think.

Clouds photobomb
So many scenes

And no one cares,
Except, sometimes,

The camera
Swings up at them

To indicate
Things are changing,

Storm’s a’coming,
Here’s a portent.