Not expected.

the mist can see me through my window.
I see it too. It cannot hide behind the glow from street lamps.
It was raining when the dogs woke up.
It’s still raining now.
this is certainly not the way I expected to experience the last days of April:
wrapped in two scarves, socks up my legs, and a fur-lined hat near the front door.
I wanted flowers out my window
and fresh air to blow into my apartment while I get ready for bed.
but
I do like the stillness of this night.
 
And I like how time hangs onto the mist
giving more evening
more slowdown
breath
and
less
in my mind
so I can see the beauty
in this foggy night
 

Michelle Bernard: not expected, a poem for the season from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

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