Rain
Overnight rain falls
with its own unique sound,
blankets the dryness
of yesterday’s ground.
I see and smell it
more than hear,
childhood memories receptive,
some of them messy,
a few so beautiful,
knowing that beauty is deceptive,
even the strange,
not-quite-morning light,
which God has arranged
to begin my day.
Common Sense
After a somewhat lengthy journey,
spanning my entire life, actually,
listening only to the sound of my feet,
I think I have arrived at wisdom.
Tomorrow morning, perhaps
I’ll arrive at it again.
