Saturday, early morning. Windows glisten with raindrops. A fog of pea-soup proportion fills the street. The sky is a blanket of gray.

Neighbors walk along the sidewalks through this rain and fog. Some walk dogs. Others exercise, or just stretch the legs. They take their steps into the gray without hesitation.

Saturday, mid-morning. Sunlight pierces the gray. The fog disperses. The rain ceases. Wind rises; a howl rattles the window.

& neighbors still walk along the sidewalk.

how sun and shade

continue to alternate

this day

with only poetry

to offer

for Tanka Poets On Site’s Gerry Muse prompt, January 13, 2024