Wandering
on nights
like this
when it’s pouring
down
I think about things
certain things
like ticking clocks
that suddenly stop
moving
how boiling kettles
whistle and spit and spew
then settle
how ice cubes
melt into a drink
like a snowman in the snow
how a small child has more fun
with dirt and rocks and sticks
than plastic pieces that beep and blink
how you can have the best intentions
and be misunderstood
how nobody wants to lose
but loss is not a choice
how you can look at a picture
and it takes you back
how the land can stay the same
when everything else changes
how the body and mind can decay
but not the spirit
how you can look at the ground
and walk all over it
and never see yourself beneath it
how the poorest person can be rich
and the richest person can be poor
how it’s not the music that makes the music good
but the person listening to it
how you can take a brick and stack it
and build a castle
how the earth is full of wonder
in the smallest speck of dust
how nothing is without want
were it not for need
how against all odds
it makes it
and lives
TL