Dull mornings can have a secret meaning,
A silver lining to the cloud,
A hidden drift in fate’s leaning.
See the pattern from puffs’ convening,
The design is silent, not out loud,
Dull mornings can have a secret meaning.
Moisture condenses, awaiting the gleaning,
High altitude winds have plowed,
A hidden drift in fate’s leaning.
Prognosticate the future of vapors convening,
A destiny appearing as endowed.
Dull mornings can have a secret meaning.
I’ll strike a path without careening,
A guiding star with beam unbowed.
A hidden drift in fate’s leaning.
The spirit does its own weaning,
I travel solo from the crowd.
Dull mornings can have a secret meaning,
A hidden drift in fate’s leaning.
Francis Conlon is a retired and recovering teacher. For the past 20 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger and boat inspector at Yampa River State Park in northwest Colorado. He has published in the local Valley Voice and in Westward Quarterly. He currently lives in Salt Lake City, Utah.