Reflection
Yesterday the city has been shiny,
Basking in the clear winter sun.
This day, fog is gathering around me –
Make a thousand paces, find no one.
I am as uncertain as the nature
Floating between the two extremes.
Worried, hopeful, careful, impatient,
Mixing comfort and concern in dreams.
In the morning, I could see the vista,
Challenging but treadable
and bright.
We just need to be a little wishful,
Chart the route and walk it side by side.
In the night, I’m overwhelmed by doubt
Clouding my judgement, our fate.
I resist it yet I still allow it,
Wondering if this is just too late.
…Very soon, the city will be shining,
Basking in the glory of the sun.
Clouds will, however, stay around me:
Fate of two cannot be made by one.
05.02.2021