Dogs 2013

A PARTING OF CLOUDS
(11/4/13)


the past
hangs low
like a drizzly
shroud
on a dreary
day

I feel
coated
by the dampness

nothing
present

nothing
future

escapes
the soggy remembrances
of what happened
in my collection
of yesterdays

nothing escapes
what I think
about
what happened

today
and tomorrow
have that same
heavy
rainsoaked feel

I know
that the sun
still burns
up there

somewhere

I just
need a break
in the overcast
to confirm
that conviction
and to overturn
my previous
prejudices

one sustained
shaft of sunlight
to brighten
and desiccate
these melancholy
memories

one
illuminating
essence
showing me
the newness
of now

~

we shall
speak
of rainbows
once
my boxers
have dried