Filled with grey
and
streaks of
white, it
appears to hover
all
around us
instead of
floating as one
might
have assumed it
would;
still, we cannot
plan
to consume any
of it,
until is leaves
our space
and until we
know it
to be as true as
rain
that seems to
follow
us this day
since light,
knowing not its
purpose
nor its
conclusion, we
lift our eyes
upwards
watching it fall
ever so
lightly right
into us.
11Mar16
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