The sky is gray today.


If I had my way

it wouldn’t be.


It’s just one thing

amongst many

that doesn’t respond to my desires.


I have little say

over most things that are

and most things that will be.


But confined as I am

I find that

life is still pretty good.


I am free to be me

and that matters

here and there —

and though not everywhere

it is enough.


I will let the gray sky be

and do what I have to do

beneath its gloom.

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