Gray
today. I have lived through overcast days before,
Have
survived alone below the cover blanketing life
From
horizon to horizon.
Overhead,
geese seem within reach, piloting just above
The
treetops, winging for better visibility. Nature has its
Ways
adapting to the change.
And
my forecast today is gray, more than a scientific
Measure
of the weather for me, a steely cloud-covered
Conditioning
of the mind.
I
have managed many changes and solitary days before.
For
now, geese know their limitations and instinctively
Skirt
the treetops, winging toward their destination.
Shrouded
and grounded, I am headed nowhere today.
Tomorrow
perhaps a clearing, and the Sunshine of my
Disposition
may reappear. But today...alone and gray.
Chris
Hanch 2-23-17
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