A light breeze blowing
Thoughts remembered
Covering me
Not soft as a baby’s blanket
Or the pastel hues of sky
This blue dark as midnight
Almost turning black
Even as desert flowers bloom the grief of darkness
Has blocked the sun
On this spring day
Drawn into my own
Complexities of songs
Sung blue
Heard by few
Felt by some
Seen by none
I cannot bring back
What I never had
Passing the plate
Of gratefulness
I feel opaque
Drinking red wine
Remembering those
Missing at the table
