I express my thoughts as vividly
as the silver patches above

My sentences crawl out of me
like the uncertain nature reserve recluse

My gestures stumble outward
and trip over furrowed brows from afar

I approach you in a jagged curve
as I attempt to dodge the comically apparent

My declarations bump into a brick wall
that is graffitied with your hazy implications

My assurance is an frozen valley pond
upon which you glide across, yet to slip or fall

I attempt to make the earnest connection
only to discover the grey clouds in the distance

Oh dear oh **** oh ****
But where is that umbrella?