You think you know what's real.

The sun came up bright and early on the first day of May, 2013--something of note this time of year in Portland, Oregon. I stirred on the sofa, fresh slept and gently woken by that suns soft May light. I rose and stepped onto the balcony to see blue, blue, blue. Not a cloud in the sky.

I spent most of that day fiddling in the garden and must have been pretty occupied because later in the afternoon I looked to the sky to find it streaked with clouds that formed off the back end of so many jets flying high over. There were a few fresh, still being laid out, but many had spread out forming miles-long wispy clouds. Most of the blue had been tainted.
I suppose most people don't even notice them because it seems most don't notice much of anything going on in the world around them--like the wars way over there. What with all the debt to pay and fun to have. And there's no shortage of excuses or willful ignorance.
On a similar day, not to far back, I pointed them out to a neighbor. Said neighbor looked at me with the silliest expression and said "Oh, you're one of those conspiracy theorist".

I suppose the cloud makers are the same as the war makers. But we're just going to "look forward" with eyes dazzled till way-over-there is right here.

You don't know shit. Selfish love. Selfish peace.