Walking to the neighborhood store


In the cold, in the rain

Wet autumn between lights, just newly past sun’s set

The sky was smoke gray mottled with white

I was treading sidewalk in silence with inner delight


I had walked out of the house,

mind in a strange place

A little disoriented, a bit in inner disarray

The rain pitter pattered and gathered to trickle,

To follow the furrow of pavement

To gurgle down the grate-lined drain …

The sounds reminded me of a woodland stream

As I walk to the local grocery store, and back again.

~Nov 17, 2015