I stepped back
and looked.
People around me had their own sun
shine down on them wherever they went.
At best, I had storm clouds
that stayed tethered to me.
They drenched me
with their buckets while I walked about.
They brightened my day
with flashes sent from angels.
A drought of lightning
overtook my existence.
Angels stole
the buckets.
The storm clouds darkened
and wrapped themselves around me.
I stood still.
Closed my eyes.
Focused on how my breath
exchanged with the clouds.
The clouds stayed dark,
but bit by bit a soft light shone.
The soft light started to follow
wherever I went.
Through the surrounding dark
I saw the moon.
It gently nibbled little holes
through the storm clouds.
I watched the moon
graze upon the dark.
And now, its light
stays tethered to me.
Danielle Wong is the author of the poetry collection Bubble Fusion that portrays life with an autistic child. Her work has appeared in Montreal Writes, Pine Cone Review, Plato’s Cave Online, SETU Magazine, Special Edition 2023, Chronicling the Days (Guernica Editions), Resistance (University of Regina Press), among others. She is currently working on a story poem for children. Visit her at danielle wong.
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