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| Luna Lovegood |
Gray Day
It’s the almost that I love
about a gray day
like today. In weather
like this, I almost
feel a kind of joy:
the heavy sky, the feeling
in the air of imminent release.
I feel like I could almost
cry. Cry as I haven’t
since I was a boy.
Because I haven’t let myself.
The overcast sky says almost.
The charged air says could.
You could do this.
You could let yourself go,
feel the thunderous sobs,
wave after wave, shoulders
heaving, lungs emptying
in that jagged way
that almost looks like
laughter. And the hiccuping
like a child that comes after.
It could feel so good,
says this feeling in the air.
Almost like joy, says the sky.
(From Paul’s book, Late for the Gratitude Meeting, Kelsay Books, 2019)
© Paul Hostovsky
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| Paul Hostovsky |
Paul Hostovsky’s poems and essays appear widely online and in print. He has won a Pushcart Prize, two Best of the Net Awards, and has been featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, and The Writer’s Almanac. He makes his living in Boston as a sign language interpreter. Follow Feed the Holy
