My spirit is sitting low and heavy this morning
like fog resting low upon the river
hesitating to rise in greeting of the dawn.
in a state of suspension. limbo. stasis.
The mist that snakes hovering just above forest flora.
It rests within my belly
feeling damp and clingy.
Seeking warmer currents
this little balloon is in need of helium
a little sunlight peeking through the clouds.
For now, I’m stuck down in the low and heavy
a cloud fallen from the sky just lying upon the ground.