Show Me A Sign

My reality’s slipping, lost in the fog on such a grey day. ~ Jesse Colin Young

Even my soul light is hard 

to reach on this overcast day. 

Flickering dimly on the low-

ceilinged warehouse 

of my consciousness.

Flat and dreary

basic bricks stacked sloppily

in the industrial zone.

Closed on Sundays. 

And so consumed

by longing, I walk

with my zealous 

heart.  On this branch,

a wren alights 

to trill out her thrilling 

multi-syllabic prescription below

a hawk catching updrafts. Chittering

cascades of cicada chirrups

coming in waves.  A bright yellow

goldfinch sings a three-note

question before she feeds.

A mysterious shape precisely outlined

by a great blue skimmer as two yellow

moths flutter together fast zigzags

of bright color in the green grasses

by the water.  And the lake is filled

with enormous clouds, puffy white

with gray at the bottom collecting

tomorrow’s rain, the storm

dogging me like a truth

that must be revealed, but

I’m reticent and clinging

to answers that blind me

to the vital questioning. 

The medicine all around me

and I never comprehend

in my sensory-deprived

kowtow to reality.  


Inspired by: zealous, dog, kowtow, basic, reticent

This poem’s title and quote are from the lyrics of Jesse Colin Young’s song, California Suite, Part 1: Gray Day


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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

6 thoughts on “Show Me A Sign”

  1. enjoyed the poem. And the use of “dogging me like a truth”. You’re the first person who responded to the prompt with the verb rather than the canine. Love that line because it conjures up an image of when a truth wont’ leave you even when you’d rather it did which feels like the underlying theme echoing through the poem

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  2. And still she walks through the storm, within, without, carrying the burdens of all, deepening her soul, yet breaking her back, sometimes even her spirit. But she will keep on, knowing that on the other side is grace, billowy clouds that make us forget, this was all a dream. And that is why it will never break her, she will fill back up with light and truth, wellness, vibrancy- and tomorrow, she will do it all again… ❤

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