Saturday, January 25, 2020

Saturday poem

AFTERNOON THOUGHT

The new year drifts into its paths and thoughts
wait! See that your eyes widen to perceive a mood

Is it raining yet?

Here in these hours there is no choice but loneliness
passing for silence, passing for stillness

Is it raining yet?

Why doubt your perception, depths are vast
and your footsteps lead to a skylight,

Is it raining yet?

Plants face the sun, coffee and toast and winter,
there is no one to talk to, no detected warmth,

Is it raining yet?

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