Even Engraved In The Same Hesitancy

The rain came down unexpectantly…

fireworks went off regularly, and, the

church bells were on time.

The lights went  off, but I got a drink,

and the sun hasn’t gone down yet.

I wait, as I always did, naked, listening

to bells, patter of rain drops, barking of

dogs, the sky grey and indifferent.

I don’t know if this moment is the end

of my life, but, I wouldn’t be surprised

if it was…

…the birds sing now, after the rain…

the dogs still bark, not caring either way….

….what do I really care about, anymore,

after the rain, in the diminishing light?

Everything, as always, engraved in the

same hesitancy.