there’s a 3% fee on every donation but the kindness of it comes through quietly unfettered

the morning
spread its clouds
late into the afternoon.

I don’t mind,
in fact often prefer,
the close comfort
of covering cloud
to the vertigo
of a wide open sky.

late this afternoon,
i painted a blue door
yellow, the blue sky
reappearing,
with every brushstroke.

i do not bemoan
the sun, even if it
causes me to redden
with the embarrassment
of my life.

perhaps, with
guidance,
i will learn to
feel kindness
in warmth, and
acceptance in
my failings. 
maybe, with
patience, we will
learn to reimagine
what it is to fail.

a sun,
shrouded with cloud,
still brings trees
to green.
an unseen moon,
no less adored
by the sea.