I am standing in the doorway
Sheltered from the down pouring rain
Under the porch canopy
Looking out into the street.
I know that somewhere
Night is settling in pelts of red and orange
But over me the skies are all grey matter –
Thick cotton clouds are all I can see.
It is a warm day of summer
My skin is moist from the heavy heat.
My clothes feel uncomfortably tight –
Second skin plasters hastily applied
To hide my reality
Wrinkled and tensed
Straps of cloth damp enough to soak
Through my organic outer layer.
There is a woody scent in the air.
Muddy soil and drenched asphalt
Hinting through – I breathe it in
I offer my hand to the weeping skies
The fresh drops are flirting with me
Sharp tears hitting and splashing
Exquisitely gliding on my shell
Leaving no trace on my relieved flesh.
Picture captured in Geneva, Switzerland in 2015, with my iPhone 5C – panorama – black and white.