Created at the Sharon Springs Poetry Festival
Droplets patter gently on the shingles
In the rain, all is drowned away
Sent through streamlets and trickles
To be lost
And found anew
Elsewhere
Later.
A car goes by
Its tires sliding over the slick pavement
Imitate the sound of the rain
Its headlights cast the falling water as a gleaming haze.
Where does it rush to?
I cannot say.
Its troubles seem small in the rain
Small and far away.
The gutters are full
Detritus and scum they’ve collected is washed away
I watch the rain a while longer.
It falls steadily, rhythmically
Hypnotically
My troubles seem small in the rain
Small and far away.