I feel the weight of the skies rest upon my shoulder blades
And the burn and stretch of the meat beneath my skin
As I carry it, sweat rolls down my temples
And I walk an endless winding path

I look up and I see you
Sitting on your high throne
Cackling like the mighty claps of thunder
Voice bleeding into the world’s innermost core
Shaking the ground beneath me
As if to taunt me
To mock my ever wobbling knees
To tell me “This is what you deserve!”
I weaken
I fall

My body limps and meets the darkened soil with a loud thud
A sound that rippled through the atmosphere as I wither away
The skies collapse
Breaking and shattering into thousands, millions of glass shards
Showering the earth like rainfall
A reminder of my defeat
Of the weakness I possessed
Of the weight of it all.

purple painted
clouds,
beauty and
calamity,
in one.

similarly you

brown coloured
eyes,
warm gaze
before
a strong gale,
never thought i’d
find the one.

There is sunshine where clouds once were
There was rain and now there are clear skies
The skies are once again showing us the simplicity
Simplicity of nature is the sophistication of life today

Brian Hill - 2019 # 268