(Photo by Tatiana Dobreva for Unsplash)
The skies
The light
My car, and I can’t
Forgive it somehow for
Blending into the asphalt.
The color leaches from the world
Your hair
My pallor - in certain lights
Like these.
Like now.
I wonder if
Like kintsugi, there might be
Threads of
Gold in the gray
Golden linings in these clouds
Like that rock I found
On a faraway beach
On another gray day
A fissure of light
Fighting back
Against the marble, against the
Tides of time.




Beautiful reminder of hope and Change.
This one is awesome! Love it!