(written to the prompt “give colour to something colourless – emotions, senses, etc.)
The rain fell,
it leached the colour from the sky
Gauze upon gauze
Shifting the depth of the world
The distant hillsides now hardly visible
Once what was sharp and full of colour
Now beyond my horizon
Layers of damp grey air
Dripping between me and the end
The destination once trimmed with purple promise
Now become the space between my feet
The moment distilled
Into each single movement
Singular and repetitive
Concentration honed inside my hood
My breath the extent of the world
Only here, only now
again and again
Till journeys done
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash
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