low cloud

any given day
the sun may withdraw, veiled,
the sky breathing low.
this small pause has come
down as from a distant height
to you, least of these,
and by extension
to the slick world, freshly born.
will you do? won’t you?
soft clouds come and go.
the center holds, or doesn’t.
you’ll do. you’ll do fine.

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