Beneath the fog
of sleepless nights,
I wake to
grey morning
after
grey morning
after
grey morning.
The lack of sunlight
and color dulls my vision.
The hum of alternative
facts dulls my mind.
The very act of
getting out of bed
feels brave in this
new world where
every news cycle
seems to come with
heavy consequences.
Two sides.
Polarized.
The sun chooses
wisely not to show its face,
but to hide, snug
beneath a blanket
of grey wool.
January 27, 2017