Mackerel Sky

Early fall,
a step off a
ledge
and the immediate realization that things are in motion.
Mackerel Sky hangs as an omen,
an indecipherable message from the cosmos
that change is afoot.
A shimmering soup of premonition, déjà vu, and hope
splashed across the windshield of life.
Something wrong
will be mended.
Something whole
to be broken.