Cloudy Skies

by Kevin T McEneaney

Rainy afternoons are sometimes a plague

on motivation, imagination,

and blunt practical considerations.

That dripping from gutters and eaves remains

depressing, gloomy, caustic annoyance

when it drips inside one’s collar or shoe.

Nothing poetic about dull, gray skies—

not even a short nap will cure your mood.

In childhood I loved to float sticks by curbs:

rushing-gurgling rainfall down a street slope,

but that sense of simple wonder has gone

to be replaced by practicality.

While I no longer stomp in street puddles,

life still appears to have many riddles…

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and other books