Overcast

Populations of waves crowd the
ethereal air above our heads
Micro, mobile, and heat
radioactive, dangerous with potential
are pulsating, pushing, pressing
Like a parasite to a host
There are hopes and endless emotions
All are searching
Vociferously they blather
We all blather
but are never heard
We can swim in the ideas
drown in the worry
race against dreams
all floating, suspended above our heads
depleting the ozone layers
raising the sun
and then dropping it without caution
there are waves in the air
subconciously we emit
without choice or knowledge
sometimes these waves linger on our skin
prickling then tightening its hold
movements are restricted
minds become overcast
and we cannot help but disappear
but sometimes, sometimes
they help us find our eyes and
we can fly.