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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