How I Became The Sea

Yellow

I look at the clock and I am perplexed to find

That at 12:30 pm,

The sky screams in color:

Somewhat red and purple,

Somehow yellow,

But maybe it's because I'm blue.

This world seems like a hurricane

Much like the second world war,

But I watch chaos unfold

As I sip my black coffee,

And smile at the peace

That I've established within myself,

Like a lead floating

In a duck pond before sunrise,

Which I occasionally watch.

Some say that we remain thirsty after drinking cold water.

But I am seldom quenched

Because like a dog barking at the wind,

I mourn the loss of life

Of those I held so dear.