Cloudy days.

I feel like a cloudy day.

Crowded back into heaps of ideas.

I wish I could sleep and it would all become clear.

I drank comfrey tea as a child.

It was weak and green, leafy and thin.

There were always pine needles in my bed.

I slept well with the needles.

But now I wake with clouds.

Where is God?

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