The Drift

The drift of time

As the snow piles 

The world around me stops

No one in or out

The weather commands

We find ourselves at it’s beckon 

It orders and we follow

At least I’m inside and warm

Watching from the window

At the misery on the outside

The weather giving nature a relentless pummeling 

Still I’m bored with being inside

I want to go outside

Need to be in the misery of the storm

Yearn to feel alive for a moment 

Exhausted of waiting for time to drift by

Day #367 SJD © 2021 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.

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