Poems: 'Gray Sky South'

Gray Sky South

Gray sky south 
sun brightens treetops
what will this morning bring?
I sit and struggle with myself
to move beyond this morass wherein
I sit but standing won't help
The morass is in my mind
The sun may loosen the quagmire
or the rain make flow the stagnant
fluids that surround my mood
I place no value judgement on the weather
On myself I am not so kind
Hit me up alongside the head
or kiss me sweet on the lips
give me a sign you are there
and care that I am frozen

I find the note you left last night
and wonder at your veracity 
how it oozes from your words, attaches
it meanings to my gray matter
Your self-doubts compliment my own
your confidence flips me upright
I see myself in you turned sideways
The things you touch in me, the things
I reach for in you are
askew so the light clarifies instead
of glaring back in my eyes
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