Grey Fog, May 2021

Once the spring arrives

she thought

Perhaps when circumstances change

this feeling of

fatigue will lift

what’s accumulated

will rearrange

And similar to an opening door

greeting new days

with hope

that optimistic part of me

will arrive

Assuming people’s intentions

are good

But it’s not a unique experience

It’s part of a collective wave

this mushy

cynicism

a flavour

that’s only grey

It’s hard to trust

the change will happen

But as with each new day

And dawn

The sun will set

The moon will shine

And life

Will carry on