23 April 2011


Clouds have been gathering and scattering this afternoon.
As my cold rages, sinuses alternately stuffed or leaking, noise roars in my head.
Could I make it into a kind of music, pleasant melody, it might not be bad.
Things are muffled.
We all are waiting.
Knowing what they couldn't have known all those years ago.
Victory will rise with the coming dawn.

1 comment:

Alida Sharp said...

Amen! Sunday is coming!!