Day 20, NaPoWriMo

I wish I had words to tell all of it
the ridiculous and ordinary
the painful and laughable, all nonsense.
Not really worth the time of pondering
but then so much energy is needed
that it’s easier to lock it away.
The brain tires worrying it endlessly.
Better to set it aside. Lay it down.
I turn my eyes to the impossible:
the sky in the last minutes of the day
when the dark hills hold back an orange red
that fades up to an nameless, ageless blue.
Every day, every night, turns endlessly.
I can see the sky with my eyes closed.


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