........It's Seattle.
Big drops today.
Clouds without form.
Just a soaked blanket of gray
no longer able to hold back the water.
I try to protect myself;
to go inside;
get out of the rain;
hide from the clouds.
I can't see clearly through the clouds
or through the vast unknown of my future.
It's bigger than me.
Out of my control.
-and out of this churning obscurity
spills the drops of mystery.
into my present
onto my skin.
Will I hide inside
grasping at the sure foundation of the controlled?
Or will I step into the elements
allow my skin to absorb the rain
and turn to face the sky?
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