Grayed

Our lives strain
credulity
testing the edge
of a glass wall
thick as a decade.
Perspicaciously do we smile
upon a reality
that falls religious
like brimstone
and a shaking fist
on a grayed out Sunday.
It can be joyless
like granite cornerstones,
speechless too,
like wind slacked lakes
or slack jawed Jakes…
sometimes we sit here
with nothing to say.

If it’s all been said
silence says the rest.

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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