Poemdog

Dogs 2016

OVERCAST
(1/15/17)

we see
the gray

the rain

feel the
cold

we are
not
pleased

yet
most of us
have flown

we know
that the sun
shines brightly
on the tops
of these same clouds
which presently
block our light

dampen us
with precipitation

we imagine
looking down
upon them

all that
bright
white

the solar
warmth
on our backs

then turn
our virtual eyes
toward the sun

wondering
what
our star
obscures
from us