winter depression

plump raindrops
fall around me
like tadpoles.
the ground is sodden
but steady
and i can sink
into greys like
a dull metal pot
cooking soup
on the stove.
tired eyes pulled open
sobered up
by the weeping sky.

noodles drip peanut sauce
between two wooden chopsticks
i am pinching my fingers
outside, men drive motorcycles
trailed by stinking gray smoke
through bustling fruit markets
beneath tropical foliage
golden sun shining

“will you move in with me?”

i felt so elated when the winds
blew from the east and
tickled me with endless possibilities 
of what lay beyond the horizon
that i couldn’t help but say yes