a hush falls over the fool

in the quiet moments
between bouts
of manic anxiety
and depressed malaise
exists a realm of
boundless optimism
where i can frolic
for minutes every month

i cling to these
scant seconds so tightly
a quiet place
to ride out the storms

our eyes scan the sky
for rainbows
they let us know that
the worst is behind us
so we travel headfirst
into the next disaster
with nary a pot of gold
within sight

it is quiet now
but the sky looks cloudy
in the distance

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s