Friday, April 26, 2019

Otherwise (Day 828)

You wait for the mist 

to lift   for the rain to clear 

you don’t know why it is 

so often raining 

here where the sky burns 

blue as candle flame 

blue as the sea 

whipped to a froth 

by cold winds 

on a Wednesday afternoon 

you wait and when the waiting 

seems too much to bear

you make room 

on your blanket for the day 

to sprawl beside you 

and together you watch 

clouds sail overhead 

and dream of a time 

when it might be otherwise

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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