a few hours young

watching the rain drops
from a dry spot
out front tripping
over stones still stationary
stained with ink
and memories
might only be
a few hours young
words simple but to the point
watching the rain drops
knowing no one I know
does this and that might be
why I do probably not entirely
but not a forgettable moment
goes unrecorded does that itself
create a reality behind reality
or is it simply words on a page
put there no one special
for no particular purpose
beyond the emptying of a mind
full up with all sorts of thoughts
released watching the rain drops
said to give way to a beautiful day
tomorrow and I can see it
through the rain tonight…