Clouds across the sky like ships sailing the wind blown by Zephyr.
Cumulus against a backdrop of flannel.
River shines like hammered steel, burnished and glowing.
Ducks on the western bank today,
Protected from the wind that scours me clean,
Blowing out old fears and worries.
My jaw aches with cold.
Shins aching, splintering, I carry on.
How else am I to get back to the start?
I think of the day to come,
~Cleaning, classes, party~
Hopeful that it will run smooth as River’s surface,
Rippling, glossy, consistent in his change.
I drink my coffee with a bit of chocolate and wonder,
What could be better?