To the south rain threatens
looming darkly and when
the clouds finally break
the drops tap urgent fingers
on our windows dissolving
into liquid gray twilight
depleted by the storm
the mind falters wears thin
longs to turn to the west
bronzed and mellow in the sun
and still the days arrive
one after another
each revealing answers
to questions best posed
only in sleep and those
indecipherable messages
even were we willing to admit
to their truth ask more
and more of us
with every passing day
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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