The Search for Shelter
Oh and the sweet taste of whiskey.
Published in
Feb 18, 2022
I watched the clouds dance slowly
past the moon and meet on the other
side of the night sky as I poured whiskey
into my already half full cup.
Or was it half empty like the sky
as the clouds engaged in conversation
about tomorrow’s storm
while the moon watched and listened
to my slurred words on how to
speak to the stars about helping me
find shelter…
