Within My Reach

Can we consume fulfillment

On a shimmering day

Instead of rallying rain clouds?

This morning, I maintained

The golden hour within a cup;

Quiet in my hands.

I drank from it, and breakfast

Suggested that the rain

Would never come for me,

But once that cup was empty

The moody clouds stomped and

Rolled over my soft blue infinity,

Turning everything I wanted

To hold on to for as long as

I could into empty nothings.


All I can do is banish the rain;

Keeping my glass of potential

Nestled within my reach.