Only The Mourning

Only The Mourning

This morning
the world
was so dark
as rain fell
all around the van
I drove.
It looked like night
but it was morning.
I had to turn on my headlights
in the middle of
a cloud
that was emptying itself.
Do not be surprised
when the blessing
for which you have earnestly prayed
finally comes in
like a bruise.
When it wounds you on impact.
This is only the mourning.