The air is thick
Like molasses
So heavy, I
Can barely breathe

Wishing the gray sky
Would release its weight
And ease the tension
If only for a moment

But relief remains
Quietly hidden
Providing no clue
As to its arrival-

Perhaps it waits
For me, for you
To push through
And greet the day

Take my hand
Together, we’ll walk
In and out of the haze
Into light on the other side