Jun 04 2009
Rain on the Sun
It rained on the sun today
I sat on the stoop smoking
watching the drops saturate the earth
Doubts haloed my head
like the mist that rose from the grass
after the light gave up the sky
Nerves quieter
yet the mind still raced
ticking off laps –
a mad jogger
who is late for the race
For a flash I saw a different me
A future existence
I liked her, that woman I was
in that tiny moment
neediness absent
confidence, yes, but quiet
no anticipation, just certainty
And then I was me again
I was tired.
I am tired.
The pain is dull,
not sharp and jagged as it was.
Sad, soft but always there.
I need sleep without dreams.
A warm place to float
copyright 2009
