Ain’t No Sunshine

In the predawn studies of subtle
shades of silver, the lake

and sky play with reflected
light, intimate rain

kisses instead of sun.
There was a phase when I

oh, once upon a time,
forgot to feel into my

social network, believing
my eyes that I was alone.

A fractal mirroring the missing
peace as all my friends

were pulled into the frantic
frenzy to keep their heads

up while the current
bore them down. Relentless

they’re urging five- and ten-year
plans. I am the loser

stuck in now, where true
tomorrows arise untainted.

Listen, this urgency proliferates
the ancient cast carrying

our traumas forward. The biggest
baby swallow pokes his head

out of the hole but doesn’t
dare to leave even though

his parents are no longer bringing
tasty morsels. Like me,

adjusting to the hunger, hunkering
down, awaiting a miracle.

Safe as this eagle flaps
his lonely trip across the sky.

Written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: social and the word of the day challenge: shine.

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Victoria Stuart

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

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