[slippery when wet]

Tuesday disappeared
in a wall of water and sound,
a pounding from sources useen
but real.
Have you ever tasted faith?
Bittersweet with apprehension
and promise.
A new day,
a different way,
but be sure to change the lightbulbs,
or you'll stumble in the dark.
The sun didn't rise;
bathed in filtered, soggy white,
I stretched through pain
and sang along
to someone else's Hurt,
just waiting to exchange
one skyline for another.