Was going through some of my old poems, and I came across one that I wrote several months ago for a poetry class. I have mixed feelings about it…still feel like it needs some work, but I thought it was appropriate because–as all Seattleites can attest to–it’s been raining like crazy around here lately. I titled this one Bound.
Morning welcomes another gray sky,
Dark and thick
Like the floor of a murky lake
Whose true bottom the eye cannot see.
The drizzling rain is relentless,
Constantly falling upon the wet ground
But in a manner that is gentle,
Gentle and steady like the sinister whispers
That cloud my conscience.