Grey skies

but, look, a turn of cloud for sunshine

winking – to submit a whole new word today;

vibrant, iridescent, unstoppable

with smiley face and no conditions,

bigger than the Himalayas (beyond desire):

a simple little single word, compressed.

My question  - can I really trust it?

and ask – ‘if I inspire a fire inside myself,

will a tiny word flow back with water force

through chambers up from shimmering earth,

meet itself and melt?’ Under grey skies.