Ode to a Cloudy Day

Though all that’s new intrigues at first,
quenching the long-forgotten thirst
that sparked my restless soul to roam,
the memories of love and home
retain their presence in my heart.

Slumbering with truths unknown
until the day my Inner Crone
reminds me of the plans I made,
the karmic dues that must be paid,
they then awaken with a start….

In this land of endless sun,
white clouds exist, but rarely one
does break the endless band of blue.
Yet cloudy days drive home what’s true
to actuate the whole of me.

From here on in, the clouds and winds
strengthen resolve; it now begins!
Unneeded baggage, I unpack;
the journey forward leads me back
to where, again, I’m meant to be.