Sedona (En] Poem by Zyw Zywa

In veils of uncertainty
I stand on my balcony
the stones lose colour

turn grey behind a shower
and sink in the shadow
of black clouds, I'm waiting

for steaming clearances
that shoot colours again
in my quiet house

.....The day has a lot of time
.....and all that time I'm standing here tired
.....working hard, bouncing

.....emotions back and forth
.....between all and nothing, bundling them
.....one by one in the prism

.....of my heart and scattering
.....their colours far outside me, and then
.....crystal clear silence