Outlier (a poem)

Monday morning…

A series of sketches goes by
accompanied by words and rhythm
that remind me
it’s okay to feel

That nothing sticks around long enough
is a source of distress

My deepest feelings are in hiding
when all they want is to be heard

Morning gospel greets the sunrise
with a chill and bite
that surprises me
with its veracity

I half expect to see frost on the trees
but they’re empty

I have nothing profound to say
and I can’t draw

(23 January 2017)