mississippi

blue and turquoise.

i watch it through the crack in my curtain
the wind

slowly
ever slowly

moving the leaves in a synchronous dance

tomorrow i will be hale again
i will wake up and rise again
i will wash my face again
i will smile and talk again

its like watercolour

the soft constant strokes
of the wind

as it pulls its branch brush
across

softening and deepening

the skies evening.