Heavy Skies

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.

 

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Picture captured in Geneva, Switzerland in 2015, with my iPhone 5C – panorama – black and white.