Monday, April 15, 2013


I hide behind the rain
A transparent wall of wet noise
The grey darkness cloaks
my apathy
my inactivity
my desire to do nothing
but stay inside
for cerebral pursuits

Just read a book
Stare at the wall
Write poetry
Or think
Or remember
Or not

I need the rain for this
A claustrophobic's solution
to solitude without walls

What makes it okay
to stay inside
to wear comfortable clothes
all day long
just because there is water falling from the sky?

The true comfort of my space
my shelter
shines in the rain

Even  my car
becomes an appealing space
to take refuge
behind a windshield
that melts
with each raindrop

Random found journal entry, written in 1999 B.C. (before children)


Iron Rider said...


Anonymous said...

I love this sad poem. I've been there before. Do you have a collection of your poems anywhere? Would love to read more of them.
KFB from BCN