Where do the dust clouds flow
Who do they call
Who do they cover?
I’m covered now and then
Today … other days
Fog and silt smooth themselves
Over
Me, little air left to breathe
Just metaphor of course
Just kidding
Just so
Just now
In just spring, no this is nearly fall
Well … maybe not JUST kidding
It really is hard to breathe sometimes wondering
What’s wrong … or who I am … who I’ve gone from being
Home with God
