Out of the Gray

shooting ball to gospel
hard rain drumming
on the metal roof
of the gym

in a life of change
these two things remain
to comfort me
three if i count
the rain

the past seems more real
than the present
i wonder what stories
i am to tell
and what new ones
i am to begin

in the pause
when i put the ball down
to write
a brother enters
for connection and
conversation

i realize again
that when i wait
the memories of
yesterday
join with those of
today
and what i need walks
through the door
out of the gray

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