Sunny Jar of Clouds

Sometimes inspiration comes in floods after long dry spells.  To be honest, it feels like breathing again after being underwater until your lungs almost explode.  I offer no apology for two posts in two days; instead, I offer the hope that one of them speaks to you in a way that inspires you like my clouds inspire me.

Sunny Jar of Clouds

A bright yellow sweater

Masks a grey shirt,

Subconsciously emulating

The relationship between

Your face and your heart.

Your off-white shoes

Give commentary on the

State of your character:

Tarnished, stained; an environ-

Mental project in the works.

The storm-cloud jar deflects

The dispersing winds of spring,

And to avoid inquiring noses

Dons a camouflage of sun.

Happier in hurricanes than

On a blissful day, because

All walls of pretense come

Momentarily down.

Perceived through tinted lens,

This shrouded smog is

Condemned as untrusting:

Do you have any Right?

Don’t you draw breath?

But even He sweated blood

And dreaded and begged for

Another way, soul battered

By the howling winds

Of the storm.

And if it was so with He,

How much more with me?

This stormy inspiration that

Constantly rages in little jar,

At the very least has won

Incomprehensible love,

And shows others that

They are not alone.

Now you have seen the

Contents of the sunny

Jar of Clouds.

Transparency is rare.  It

Comes at a cost.  And

Now that you see, I’ll blend

Right back in.  Slipping

Yellow hoodie on again,

To protect from the wind.