claustrophobic monotonous days
upcoming respite unknown, out of sight
only the restless rustling
of wispy palm trees above
realizations that to live, is to escape
this new way of life, such as
when snowflakes turn to blankets
and life is forced to stop
realizations that each day is full, but empty
this new way of life, such as
when wet, desert thunderstorms
turn to darkness and candlelight
travels only of evenings’ dreams and days’ dreams
visits in the kitchen, long after death, and the
cooling breaths of a Balinese breeze
madness, to sadness, to contentment
this rainstorm brings about simplicity,
a new quiet
only the gentle rustling
of wispy palm trees above
Poem by Jennifer Fifield
Photo by Mitch Fox on Unsplash