may day

how we heal
April 2, 2018
outside, uncovered
August 16, 2018

Mayday.
All this rain.
The colours blur together.
Feeling nondistinct.
Greyed.
It hurts the One inside
who craves big bright beauty.
Waiting for the clouds to lift.
For a clear canvas.
For dinstinctiveness.
All that newborn green
calling out for light.