Gray morning, gray glove, gray presence, gray love,
Good timing, great colors—green gray contrast,
And the day slinks on down from up above,
But the sun sleeps ‘neath the cloudy ballast:
I really do feel that this describes me,
But the sun is my mind under cotton-
Ball pressure; all dreams soaked up so snugly,
To astringe the dark flesh that’s forgotten:
But suddenly, the sun peers out smugly,
And I feel an explosive change in me,
As the palettes of colors so ugly,
Absorb new hues of gray and green cleanly:
Green trees make a nice contrast against gray
Skies and grey clouds as the light breaks today.