Given to an Uncertain Sky

A day given
to a sky uncertain of sun or storm,
and so parading its moods of clouds
driven by breezes stippled with cold. I clean the bathroom.
I put groceries away.
I make a fresh pot of coffee. I choose a pen color,
knowing I won't capture
how the sky & my soul hold hands
on a day like this,
cavorting with atmospheres
internal & external, unable to stay in one place,
or hold one expression.
I surrendered a long time ago
[early morning]
to a dance with new tempos introduced
every other moment.
Let's play.