Friday in French

A wind I’ve not heard before
Today
A rush upon the rain
An energy
A constant speaking, the whirring
A struggle to understand
Some language I believe in
And cannot yet decode
Thus, a dread

Faith filled,
I will not prophesy
But beware

No Sunshine

Driving yesterday, Friday
Suddenly, my periphery


I saw you
You saw me — singing, maybe


Our worlds, long since finished colliding


We, continued
I singing, still

“Why are you alone?”
The music sneaked up on me to ask


Caught me off guard


My voice was in another world
Singing of a lover’s soul


So I sang soul music to explain
Loud, because of my soul’s pain