My Neverending

My black umbrella
merely traps the
rainy blue, inside of me

Looking for a heavenly
uproar
I’ll have to make my own
wind
Enough to move a grain
of sand

But perhaps even a mustard seed

Like being pregnant with Mary
I am at the start of the beginning

Friends end
                but you are my lover
Lovers end
                but you are me

and I have no ending