~~ A Walk In The Rain ~~ Poem by Mari Martin

I watch the droplets of moisture fall
down the glass of illusion
tiny pathways find their way
through the mists of confusion.



From within the surface is dry
as my fingers trace the lines
shielded by a translucient barrier
so simple in design.



A wall our touch can sense,
yet, our eyes can see straight through.
Although we know it is there
we can still enjoy the view.



Inside I know the pleasures of
this place, my comfort zone.
And yet, to my heart, it seems
within comfort, I am alone.



Is my comfort my umbrella
to shield me from the storm?
Or, has being drenched bewildered me
wearing a raincoat that is torn.



Perhaps I shall venture out today
to the other side of the pane.
I always did enjoy the freedom
of walking in the rain.