I ask little of this day

Except to remain

This solid fog

I ask to simply be

No thought required 

My heart is heavy as a tome

Sad words spill from the page

And flood the weary sky

And flocks of sad birds cry

A heartbreak song

Of loss 

Of loss

I cannot comprehend

The news they toll

These limbs lie idle

Hands beseech

I pray

Let all my comfort

Gather round

The shades 

Draw down

And fog

Cocoon me

In a womb

Of grey 

Sara Mathews (For Richard)  April 2020

Emanuele Pagni (used with permission)

https://www.emanuelepagni.com/