Low Dust Clouds Bristled

Low dust clouds bristled In the sky but I did not see; A lone grackle whistled A warning I did not perceive. The world would not cease turning In its cruel mockery. I sat upon a rock, faltering – Because of things that wouldn’t be. Only distraction can persuade – Only sleep can steal Such sadness that pervades And hot tears that swell But hotter yet came a wind That brushed my fingers As would one consoling And dried my tears.