Red Sky Talking

I read Nick Flynn's poem "dear lady of 

perpetual something" twice through,

but was still uncertain of the point,

when I realized there was a glow

coming through the blinds. I grabbed

my phone and photographed the sky 

and the lake, in a glory of reds and 

purples, and sent it on entitled

"red sky at morning."

By the time I got back to my chair

and took up the pen, the glow was gone.

I caught a moment.

I've been feeling lazy and sluggish,

not wanting to do my job,

wondering how I will keep going.

The glow tells me to be in the 

moment, stop looking ahead, you've

been doing too much of that and

look how it's dragging you down.

Catch the moment.

Get your energy back.