Cold drab and dreary
is how this day feels to me
it is already dark at half past four
that too
but I must not lose myself in it
I look for a way out
I look down at my feet
and yes, I can walk
I know I have eyes
and yes, I can see
I have a key
so I must live somewhere
and so I go on
with this ritual
and realize yet again
that behind this cloud
of eternal and even-shaded grey
the Sun always shines
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation