The sky is full of clouds
Broken off pieces of
Styrofoam
Tinged edges
Painted pink and apricot
Cast adrift they bob
As I run happily beneath them
*This is the longest stretch I can recall of going without a morning walk or run – two months, a lot of writing, always yoga of course but there is nothing like watching the sun come up while perambulating through thoughts and leaving the sorted out ones on the road behind.
I’ve really missed it.
