Wet wednesday

Wet wednesday

Wet wednesday

 

On the edge of dismal

Insistent fugue of rain-drops

On glass that stares at the grey beyond

And something in me says,

‘this is not so bad’

Because, the closing-in

Can be satisfying

Can be a call to arms

A re-ordering of energy

 

 

Still it rains

And I am somehow appraised of ‘small’

Of how this feeling of being condensed

Is comforting. I am safe

Of how lucky I am to be locked-in

To all of this

This symmetry around a void

Where gratitude seeps in

And the water does not stain.

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