atmospheric divinity - poem

I love to watch the sky churn. 

Temperamental and ephemeral

Intricate and infinitesimal 

Sprawling and colossal. 

Beauty that no words could express,

Not even pictures can capture. 

When the sky flashes

When the wind threatens to sweep me off my feet

When the sun thaws the chill in my bones

When the clouds paint a picture that seems like it was only meant for me

I begin to understand. 

I am a nonbeliever in anything

But just for a moment,

I appreciate all the people of the past

Who created their gods of the sky. 

Maybe Zeus is threatening me. 

Maybe Anu is pushing me somewhere. 

Maybe Horus is looking out for me. 

Maybe Ukko is sending me a message.

I watch the sky,

And they all show up for me in a second, 

As if thankful for the acknowledgment. 

I feel it, 

The widest blue

That anyone has ever known;

The endless nothing 

That holds everything. 

And I become a momentary worshipper. 

Tipping my head back to take it all in

And it feels impossible. 

This is why so many people believe;

How else is it even conceivable? 

It’s like staring at the face of God, 

But I don’tt recognize them. 

Something wells inside me, 

Something unidentifiable. 

When I look away again, 

It disappears.

(i wrote this based off a real though i had btw. if anyone has feedback for this poem id love to hear it im very conflicted about it)