Braiding a silken streak of afternoon
With the blue ribbons of twilight
The sky smiled down on us
Like my mother would, exactly like she would
If I was ten and she still braided her hair.
Clouds came in clumps and clusters
Drifting lazily across the grey expanse
Wisps of grey, silver and black
Like my mother’s braid, exactly like my mother’s braid
If I still looked if she braided her hair.
And it rained for hours
While I sat still, coffee untouched.