wishing I could find the words

to display the marvellous images

flashing before me

instead of a down pour

it's a drought: nothing moving

stopping, grinding to a halt

closing my eyes, finding

silence, the sound of hollow wind

this monotony has no music

it's shadowless.

not terrible

not wonderful

not sad

not thrilled


wish it were

an ideas-flowing-boundlessly

sort of day

that's how it goes sometimes

we must learn to listen

to the inner melodies

for this minute

nothing to do but