another wednesday
drags in a new era with the gray,
where the cold dew of winter dusk
slowly fades
to the beaded light
of reluctant dawn,
reflected in drops of rain
left from a fresh pour,
cleansing time clean,
dripping between the gaps
of my fingers,
running my dry mouth wet,
relentless,
a beginning with no certain promises,
another notch added to my belt,
as I tell myself
“no matter”
still clutching onto the last shades of hope
for revolution and change
to shock life
back into dead dreams
and cure a drought with a single shower.
