This is a poem about the pandemic, but it also references "a cloud no bigger than a man's hand" in the Old Testament, looking at how something distant - and didn't it seem far away in January, in distant China - can be the first sign of a great deluge later. Of course, in the Book of Kings, Elijah is praying for rain after drought, whereas our cloud on the horizon would turn out to be much more unwelcome.
Far Horizon
On day, it is just a clear sky
A blue horizon, clear, fine
Even drought if staying dry
Blue skies all day, sunshine
One small cloud can be seen
Just a distant spec, far away
Over distant hills so green
Nothing to fear, not today
Cloudburst: a raging storm
Flooding, tidal waves, fear
Now is a future taking form
Drowned world this year
Time to reflect and see the cost
As we now face a wintry frost
Far Horizon
On day, it is just a clear sky
A blue horizon, clear, fine
Even drought if staying dry
Blue skies all day, sunshine
One small cloud can be seen
Just a distant spec, far away
Over distant hills so green
Nothing to fear, not today
Cloudburst: a raging storm
Flooding, tidal waves, fear
Now is a future taking form
Drowned world this year
Time to reflect and see the cost
As we now face a wintry frost
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