CXXXVII

Today is a good day
My breathing is light.
It won't always be this way
I am sure.
Tomorrow, or the next day
Or a moment between
Clouds impend over the skyline
But they do not stay.
Perhaps they pour, or sprinkle
Cast shade
Perhaps they simply blow away
And I look up at the heavens marked by passing time
And I shout, "It's marking me too."
For it is
I am sure.

Today is not a good day
And my breathing is not light.
For fear of what
I don't quite know.
It won't always be this way, I say
I am sure.
But what if it is.
These clouds hover upon my window sill
And though I beg them not to stay
To simply blow away
They are marking me and making me.
And somewhere he's shouting, "They're marking me too."
But I can't hear him
Because he is not here.
And it wont always be this way.
But what if it is.
I am not sure.