It's Still Life

The Time is One Minute after Two in the Afternoon, and

I am in the midst of a dead
calm. Not quite dead, yet
wild. Alive
as fire. I

wonder where old fire comes from.
That pluck and warmth.
And these tall green grassy
patches, here, and

there, and dashes of red-tiled
days, and this sky –
it dares blue eyes
and broad shoulders
to return its stare.

Poem and AI digital art ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter