A simple phrase
would indicate comings and goings
of my mind.
Today I can feel the approach
a distant rain
looms though we know tears will come.
Like torrents windows will shake
certain aspects of a physical
response to the winds and time.
A breeze might signal gentle
response to a fond nostalgia
perhaps that blossoming spring scent of a flowered reminder.
Only a storm can help me return
to childhood fears,
to the beckoning response within my aging needs.
Is it a desire for companionship
might surreal synapse suggest,
or simply lacking confidence in the pummeling sheets of transparency.
A quiet sunlight this morning,
allows me to still the air of self-loathing,
only might I appreciate the beauty in all of this sky lit evidence.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020