Undated (Poetry)

This morning suddenly I noticed
I hadn’t turned the calendar —
still on April and now
we’re more than halfway
through uncertain May...

which explains a lot —
the way each day has seemed
so isolated, unconnected
out of sequence — difficult to name

while outside the weather
can’t make up its mind —
brightens, darkens
caught up by some change
it can’t resolve...

You’re gone
and months have drifted
merged seamlessly —
it could be March or June
for all I know...
all Fridays are the same —
every cloud, each cold drop of rain...