Warfare of the Brain

On burdened shoulders

And my restless, troubled mind,

On the back of a sticky,

Humid July night,

My eyes greet the rainbow sky.

Watercolour paint,

Canvas of the setting sun,

Pigments fade to black.

The streetlamp flickers.

My body becomes lighter.

I stare in wonder.

Because I know that—

On lifted shoulders

And a clean slate of thinking,

On the back of a clear,

Gleaming August morning,

I will greet the sun, shining.

Downy blanket blue,

Dotted with scant, puffy clouds,

Filter of bright white.

The curtains scatter.

My mind smiles wider.

Today is better.

Because I have

hope.