Intact

What is my next move?
I wonder...
Meanwhile, movement is happening...
I am tapping the keys
Words are forming
Co-alescing
into a picture
Of myself upon an ocean liner
going some place far away
For a while...
Meeting someone.

How will this take place?
I wonder.
It will take place
Without any contrivance on your part
Says a voiceless voice.
Simply wait.
Pull in the thoughts
And watch them roll around in the empty can
For a while.
Loud rattle of green marbles
But soon they find a pathway out and
Glide down the exit ramp.
Meanwhile, I am intact.

New Rain

I was walking along doing some thing.
I looked up and caught sight of my reflection.
I was dazzled by the radiance.
“Is that me?” I thought.
A cloud scudded across the sky.
“Is that really me??”
Two clouds.
Soon, a gathering of clouds.
Darkness, thunder, rainfall.

Don’t you love the sharp, metallic smell of
new rain upon the earth?