On a Cloudy Day

The sun appeared out of nowhere
and cast its golden breath
across the furniture.

It stroked the pillows,
ruffled the plant’s rowdy leaves
and upset the candle.

I blinked a couple of times
and it was gone
as if it had never been there before.

© 2020 Erna Grcic, Beneath the Surface

Comment:

We had a sandstorm this morning and the rest of the day was cloudy and gloomy, just like the day when I wrote this poem years ago when I was still getting used to this changing weather. Where I come from the weather is as harsh as our nature, our people, and our history. On the other hand, Dubai has these subtle nuances that one learns to appreciate. The entire poem is about the passage of time and the rays of sunshine that we get occasionally and need to keep within us during the stormy days.



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