POEM - Seven Years of Rain

Time makes no sense on cloudy days

Does the light tell me it is just past breakfast

Or is it perpetually a quarter till dinner

Is the growl in my stomach sincere

Or the pangs of boredom manifesting in munchies

The unbroken smoky slate bedthrow
Preserves mocking twilight tones

I'm stuck on Venus
And the rain feels listless

Unsure of just how to continue

Day after day

Fulfilling the minimal requirements

Just making the world damp enough

Year after year after year

It is a poignant event for a child in Oregon

To watch "All Summer in a Day"

And you become Margot

The child from earth

Who remembered the sun

Who remembered what it felt like

Trapped with peers who mocked her knowledge

I had come from California

Good friends with the best version of the sun

A joyful orb full of pleasant memories

But this gray Portland metropolis

Mocked my knowledge

And I nearly cried for Margot

Locked in the closet by cruel William

Seeing only reflected light

Through a sliver of a crack

Crushed by the eventual fade

The returning gloom

And it was all my ten year old being could do

To keep composure

Keep the memory alive

Fight against the Williams

Campaigning for the light

Reassuring the world the rain would end

With a weight of seven dim years

Each sunny day exploding

Crammed to breaking 

Lingering in its warm embrace