Poetry
Feeling Soft (on New Year’s Eve)
-December 31, 2017
Soft like the shadows
on an overcast day. It’s
New Year’s Eve and I feel
like it’s gonna rain,
but gazing up
I see the clouds are high and thin.
I feel as though I can fall asleep
standing here, imagining
gentle sprinkles and the smell
of rain. Or better yet
the crashing waves, the calls of seagulls,
and the ocean breeze. Driving home,
I noticed the full moon is rising above
a mountain. A tidal pull and an anchor
weighing me to the surface.
I think I’ll sleep through
the New Year’s celebrations
and instead dream about
the coming spring.
Feeling Soft
Poetry
2017