singapore / 84℉ - clear, with periodic clouds

i lost my sunglasses

on the way to work

and with the bright light

shining in my eyes,

i walked with eyes half closed

and stumbled with arms slightly outstretched,

bumping into strangers

and moving with uncertain steps.

and when i stepped inside,

away from the sun's rays,

i found myself missing

the bright uncertainty

of the street.

This poem is part of the A to Z blog challenge. Every day (except Sunday) I'll post a new weather forecast poem. Have a suggestion for a city? Contact me with a suggestion, and it might make the list.