This endless November,
its heartbreak skies,
keening rain,
mist like insomnia,
mist like hangover throbs,
mist like migraine aura,
resolved at midday
by diffuse sun
and back-office talk.
Perpetual fall,
foam pillow to feeling’s face —
Light as bulwark, floor joist, scissor jack:
Gasp toward distant breezes
+ your maker’s
endless light.