Sky cracked open. All day, the water
accumulated like sigh
and my shirt was damp.
I have been trying to survive. In chaos
for a year and a half, the world
and my expectations have failed
to measure up.
It has been a year of pushing and pulling,
of accumulations. When I leave my couch
each morning some kind of flood.
Today, apartment complex management had balloons out.
Perfect, round, and improbable, they bobbed
in the torrent.
I made a phone call and puddles formed
in the parking lot. The radio silent, concentrating,
I was able for a minute to see something
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A memorable first stanza to describe gloom. “Accumulated like sigh” is exact!
Thank you, Amy Cunningham!
Shaun, your rain was not for Spain, on the plain, but also on my laws, turning dry.
I was glad for all the plants, but didn’t love the commute :p
This certainly resonated:
“I have been trying to survive. In chaos
for a year and a half…”