How quickly the clouds cleared.
One minute
drenched, cold and miserable
the next
a gentle hint of spring.

I do not understand.

How unruly our soul can be
as it lurches from 'up'
to 'down'.
There are no signposts,
no forewarning
just 'the now'...
and enough space to live
I apply all manner of incantations,
distractions
diversions
whilst remaining bogged in a deep black mud.
Much time is spent struggling through
the 'hows', the 'where's', the 'ifs' and the 'buts'.
The more I wrestle,
less answers I find
again I surrender
to 'not knowing".

Perhaps to taunt me
decidedly unannounced
the light trickled in.

And I am more confused.