Today….
I found myself back on the floor again.
Wrestling a cloud that swept over me.
This one, cumulus…
Big and Grey.
With arms that boldly void out the day.
Cumulus swollen with liquid death,
prepared to blow it’s liquid breath.
But I ran….
I hid….
under the sun.
concealed myself with the piercing one.
The one with warm arms of ray.
The sun that welcomes me to stay.
What did this cloud think–
coming into my wilderness?
Did it not know—
the Son covers me all–with His goodness?
-AGOKOGA