CII

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.


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XCIII

Clouds are fleeting like feelings are fleeting. They loom in but they do not stay. They pour or strike or sometimes dissolve. Sometimes they simply get blown away. Don’t let yourself get blown away with them.

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