it might clear up

it might clear up
later
she says,
turning on the overhead
light
in the kitchen. it's ten
o'clock in the morning
and we're both
in our pajamas
drinking tea and squinting
at the paper.
I saw on the news where
the sun
is supposed to come out.
I remember the sun,
I tell her.
that yellow ball of warm
light in the sky.
yes, yes. she says.
that's exactly how
I remember it too.