Splashing across the sky,
Colors of epiphany.
God looked carefully at it and smiled
“I should be a painter, what a beautiful polyphony”
These are the colors of rage, fear, euphoria, confidence.
Every person looks at it, trying to put it in a sequence.
What is it that seeks our attention? Is it the colors? The vibrancy? The disorder? The dislocation?
Or maybe it is just the art that we see, from the brush of the divinity