Monday, February 19, 2018

Forecast

Grey clouds circle, or they seem to do,
Which should depress me, but it's February
And grey clouds won't do more than rain on you
While circling, for all it might seem scary,
Means somewhere up there must be some blue sky.
The sun may not be visible, but so?
Unless the physics I was taught's a lie,
I can trust it will persist to glow
Without my checking in. The day is dim,
And will, I must expect, be damp as well,
But dark and wet alone won't make it grim.
Only I do that. And I can tell
This has the makings of a better day
For all the clouds above are dressed in grey.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Esteem

I can't imagine what my life would be
Without her in it. What would it entail?
I'm sure in some way I would still be me,
But like a me that's been reduced for sale,
Musty and unused. All of the fire
That burns inside would choke on its own flame
Banking itself til every last desire
Was burnt away. The residue? A name,
A body,  and some habits. But the whole
The me I am or like to think I am,
The present part of my eternal soul
Would be a lesser being,  or a sham.
So since my self-esteem commands, I say
I'm glad she's here, so I am here today.