Falling

Through Time

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

The day was warm and humid,
An unexpected embrace for mid-October,
When farm fields lie bare after the harvest
And the first frost waits just beyond the horizon.

A season caught between what was
And what is yet to come,
Much like the thoughts that
Occupy my mind.

Torn between the ordinary rituals of living…
Composing a grocery list for the week,
Remembering the things that need to be done…
And the ordinary weight of a world
Where gunshots shatter the quiet
Of neighborhood streets,
Where anger finds its voice in violence,
And kindness seems to have misplaced
Its way home.

I lift my eyes toward the heavens,
Seeking a moment of clarity,
But the skies are as troubled
As my soul.

Dark, turbulent clouds gather,
Layer upon threatening layer,
Stretching as far as my eyes can wander.