Foggy Day

How do people get along

in places where the sun

hides almost every day?

I can't imagine it

since I'm evaporating slowly

into this fog myself.

The sun's given up on us

it seems . . .

angry about something or other

as if it didn't know

what was coming when it got the job!

I'm sure there was a sad comment or two

from the angels

about this situation called "humanity"

and all the screw ups we'd be making

down the line

but hiding so long only makes things worse

pills and booze and ropes come out of the closets

a "goodbye letter" gets scribbled on a nice white napkin

and someone starts smashing mirrors

down the street . . . I heard it myself, yesterday.

Come on out, Sun!  I can't take much more of this.

Ugh! The DRAMA!!!

Joanne Cucinello  2013