tuesday poem: like skies

following the idea of taking time for own and other poems on tuesdays, here is a poem that developed in a mail conversation with Steve Wing last week. the moon is from this morning.



Like Skies

the rhythm of this week
delivered by the sky
the rain keeps my body inside
but my spirit
wanders near the forest
and lingers in the garden
the truth is:
yesterday was more focused
but today
is unpredictable
like skies
in early spring
and thoughts
when opening a door

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(more tuesday poems + more skies)