The Fool in Me - April 27, 2025

clouds, like a trail of spilled milk

stain the sky and turn the sun

into their personal flashlight

off-on   off-on   off-on

sunworshippers are confused

creatures of shade don’t know

if they should go out or stay in

when days can’t decide

what they’re going to be

I’m confused too

about how to dress

what to do

how to be

so dangerous to let the weather

guides one’s life and there

right there is the fool in me

the idiot that forgets -

what shines inside

is what lifts my world