Elucidating Questions

Jupiter left behind fog

My favourite

How considerate

What a good reason to stay awake until midnight

Stormy, dark, wild, and alive

The sky was so many not quite right colours

The electricity in the clouds seemed to illuminate that darkness even between strikes of lightning

Everything was visible

That strange visibility like when it’s about to or has just snowed and the clouds are hanging around

I faced my fear

If anything this great being that stormed through the skies

Seemed to tell me what my Uncle would want

What my Aunt would

If I had any pride, ever

It is lost

I feel, in this lonely place, like I must do whatever it takes to survive

The fog clings to everything

Everything shrouded

The air is thicker

Though not as thick as it was when the first lightning bolt struck

Or did I see one before that?

I’ve got to stop trying to convince myself that I haven’t seen what I’ve just seen

So many things I’ve seen

If I really saw, even half of them, what could that mean?

The thunder was alive

It rumbled on into the night

As it came I could almost feel the sound reach me

Counting the distance

Not counting

In those moments I don’t feel alone

Striking the ground as my anxiety did

Booming like the feelings of a thousand of my screams

The sky setting my heart alight

Straight through it

Bringing it back to life

Leaving me with the rains to sleep to

I feel like I saw a new dream last night

But I don’t remember it because I don’t have the details burned into my brain from repetition

I saw someone I know well there

I don’t remember who

The fog seems to show my inner fog to the rest of the world

A mourning dove coos.