One cloud after another
fills our sky
day after day,
promising a new storm
when we are still cleaning up the wreckage
from the last.
But there’s something beautiful
in the collective,
And there’s something beautiful
in the fact that we don’t have to endure
even close to the worst of it.
The spectator’s seat is stressful
but we are shielded from the extent of the pain.
The sky above us is dim and dreary,
but at least it’s there,
and we have the privilege of watching it together.