It Might Rain

rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain

the local black and
white cat hides behind
the elm tree out my
window

the cat goes rigid but
whatever it was must
be gone because

the cat lifts and licks a
paw and when I looked
back the cat was gone

the sun made a dull
attempt to push through
barely making shadows

even so

rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain

Shadows in Life

all things are forgotten
by humankind
by time
by design

except for the memories
of war
of abuse
of pain
of suffering

for they are our own
they made us who we are
maybe not who we thought
we wanted to be

and what of the other memories
of joy
of love
of peace
et cetera

they cast light on the shadows
in life with hope for the life
to come

just like the knowledge of God
cannot be listed as a memory

Tomorrow

I was watching the
wind’s last playful
tug on the

disappearing day
wondering about
what tomorrow

might bring when
the phone rang. It
was the sound of

desperation looking
for work. My words
of “don’t lose hope”

seemed so empty
after the call. Maybe
not to him but to me.

All I could do was
pray about tomorrow.
Hope for tomorrow.