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.