CAST When the cows yawned and the clouds moved in I thought I might see the future I thought I might see my path A clearing - I thought it might be for me - a sign, a way to move up But, if it was, it didn't help me move forward, move on beyond staring up If it had been for me, did it want me to wait? Had I been expected to stop? I didn't have any certainty, wasn't offered anything more Overcast was overcast and my future quickly thick haze Was the grey to be watched and understood? I wasn't sure what was for me Could weather be weather? Could cows just yawn? Was I not meant to wait? Well, I waited for another clearing that day But there were too many clouds to watch And morning was covered: totally white Opaque sky - was it a block? Was this landscape my color, my lack of a path? Well, unsure, I waited for future to break. I waited for yellows and blues. Written in 2005. Poetry