Yours Truly 2017 / Cascadia College / Bothell, WA 2017 YT Online Book | Page 15

My heart was raining yesterday.
Gloomy wool clouds had gathered there to lean on each other’s shoulders

and cry and cry.
Their woe fell in waves and sighs

that softly sagged with the weight

of their choking misery.
Their echoes folded thunder over a sodden scape drenched in melancholy,

as a grandmother’s quilt

fallen in the sea.
Puddles gathered fat red drops and held them close

in dense, foggy breath.
And I fell asleep, my dear, to the rolling of slowly bleeding waves

and the wrenching faraway sobs of

some lost and lonely child.
But in that sleep, love, I dreamed of you.
And while my eyes were closed

the Earth shifted her weight

to the other foot.
Those clouds, so sad, lifted their heads and sniffed

and wiped their silver eyes.
Their drumming, windy heartbeat slowed and calmed.
Those crimson puddles sank away, pulled by a tear-rusted anchor

to settle at the bottom of an indifferent ocean

full of rusty anchors from a thousand ships

whose captains were too young or drunk or tired or selfish

to sail them.
Those woolen, punished clouds rubbed sleepy eyes and yawned

their open mouths never closing.
And in those mouths I saw your hands

pushing heavy shoulders apart

to let in a tired setting sun.
Nimbus and cumulus snuggled close

in the massaging warmth of your

humming oranges and purples.
And so the sky slept while I slept

and the crescent moon was a toothless smile

to mimic mine.
And I dreamed of you, dear, and completely forgot

that my heart was raining yesterday.
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