5/23/22
The cloud of yesterday drifts into the sunset,
a cloud so tangible yet dreamy,
a cloud which makes me wish for fog,
a cloud that changes the color of my sky
with its mark on my world.
This cloud is everything I asked for,
but nothing I had worked for.
The brethren of these clouds had passed by long before this one,
but I chose to gaze into the brown sunset sky
as I feared the downpour of anxiety which these clouds forecasted.
This cloud may leave my sky before it leaves my eyes,
but the lessons it taught me
have set long ago.
