Tag: Jeremiah Ray writing

i awake.
i don’t check the clock.
the world is
a murmur
now.
behind the curtains
the sky is a dull gray.
i think about the
time difference
and wonder if this
dull gray sky is everywhere;
does it stretch all
the way?
does it touch you?
this would be our
only connection now.
but surely it is
day there,
the world
no longer a murmur.
tomorrow, however,
you will wake to
dull light
and wonder if
your gray sky
stretches over to
me, too.
we will exchange this;
the question posed
when we wake
in the night
and wonder about
the dull murmur of
the world
and the gray sky…
and then
one day we won’t.