I’ve been watching the sky, again.
Picking slugs off greens
Trying and failing to not judge
People’s opinions, actions, dogs or lack there of.
This morning I picked a line of carefully chewed bark off the steps…
Gifts from the toddler
Almost
Caught in the rain
But the wind reminded me of home
And my grandmother and the storm bloc that covered our house like blood
That I believed in like some kids believe in fairytales into their adulthood.
Placebo they say
Or is it a memory
Of another time
When storms passed over a land
And you sat there as me amazed
That you and I too were still
Looking at the sky
With thanks