Cloudy With a Chance Of?

Is hope a migratory bird,
only encouraging us
when the season begins
to chill
and etymologies freeze
within our bones
and onto cement?

No, hope doesn't just
come and go, pick and
choose who to consume
like one window shops,
erasing commitment from
the mind,
only browsing for a moment.

It is often forgotten
we need hope now,
especially while waking
from sleep to a world
of silence,
but wanting gravity's
spoken voice.

I haven't spotted clouds
in our skies for weeks,
however, today, they are
dotted along the premature
sailing blue atmosphere
with direction.

There is not always
a storm drawing near,
so don't hide your chest,
lock your breath, or refuse
to see the light waving back
and forth.

It's alright, you can leave behind
the weatherman's predictions.

Yes, today is cloudy,
cloudy with a chance of
hope.

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Written 4/02/13 @ 7:03 pm