The rain splattering on the deck
awakened me before the alarms sequentially
started the morning wake up sequence.
Rain! I am hopeful that means fewer
grains of pollen per million as my head
is about to explode.
Traffic crawls.
I crawl with it. The hospital and it’s
normal insanity are not going anywhere…
Crisis follows mayhem; a new year but
nothing new…
The skin is peeling off my face from the past week
of frigid weather…the rain means it is warmer.
The day is gray, the mist penetrates the landscape
and my gloomy psyche.
Last year, sunshine
on this date; we celebrated daddy’s 90th birthday.
This year he will celebrate in Heaven.
Nancilynn is Writing again 