not

 

I was into these clouds just above the western horizon.
I had my eye on them all the way home.
When I caught glimpses
through trees and over cornfields
they seemed mountainous,
not just big, but like mountains -- with peaks and foothills --
but by the time I got home this was all that was left.
I wanted to write something about the grey too,
that it was flinty or steely or cold,
but it wasn't really any of these things.