Distant Clouds

Same Sky

0503.2025

(For a day like this)

The sky doesn’t lie—

has nothing to gain

from motivation—

it breathes what we cannot say.

Clouded here,

clouded there,

the light might be

withholding its final word.

And somewhere,

he might be looking up,

wondering why it feels

heavier than it should.

And somewhere,

I am too.

Two cities.

Two silences.

One sky,

waiting to clear

or bust wide open

its tears.

— m.c.f.