Possibilities

grey skies are not for drowning
any more than oceans
their mighty pull
calling us to surrender
are for sleeping

some will imagine
themselves taking flight on the
unseen sunrise peach
stretch marks streaking
across the bay,
knowing that release
from the pain
that lies between
inception
and delivery, 
that the after-birth exhale
lies just beyond our vision

these find themselves
waiting
impatiently
to be brought into
the world
of color
delivered
through the too-small opening
in the pregnant rain cloud
that coming-closer-on-the-wind one
whose water has just broken
fluids released
into the oceanfrom whence it came