seeking clarity, or: day seven.

and then
suddenly
like a bullet to the brain
or really
more like a train crushing your scull
your life changes course
drastically veering --
off road
to the left of where you thought you were going.
and about a mile in,
the storm clouds hang
heavy like the night
that seems all
too
imminent
and then the rain --
the rain that you thought was over with the drought --
comes back.
suddenly
with fury
pouring acid and lightening and making you dream about tornadoes
as if it were already spring.
so you take a walk
on a brisk day that should be warmer
and as you walk, bundled in workout sweats
a hoodie
gloves and
that
long
tan
scarf
you see a green patch in the grass
between the highway
and the sidewalk
and for an instant
you are overcome
by peace.