Gonna take sometime to rest today
Ride the waterfall week all the way down
Splash about in the white gloved pages
Of my favorite book
I don't think I'll cook
And care not to watch the clock
Just sit and sip some coffee
Remember I've forgotten nothing left to do
Let my breathing match the rhythm of the rain
Today, a better day than I had planned
Glad it ended up this way
My old gray cat content and fed
Lays his head upon my feet
I saw a stranger smile at me
From a red light stop with such sincerity
That I figured it was best to just smile back
And listen to my heart beat to the rhythm of the rain
I'm whole again, home again
With sweet empty baggage
A train in the distance whistles in my mind
Such calm to find
As I sing along to the rhythm of the rain
This is such a timely poem because we are in the midst of days and nights of rain here in the Twin Cities. Of the many ways of appreciating poetry, one way is surely to amplify the moment by a poetic version of it. And that's exactly what your poem did - it made my day larger and more rewarding and more appreciated because of your precise images of a soggy day and the mood it put you in. That became the mirror in which I could see myself and the window through which I saw my world. And, yes, I hope the feeling lasts but it WILL last on paper.
If you can find solace within your own mind, share it with others, today, and be kind..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is such a melancholy yet wonder-filled aura all about these words; this truly is the kind of poetry I long to read. Very moving; I can smell the sweet rain, hear that lonesome train, feel the lightness of that empty baggage, and breath deep the calmness these mysteriously magnanimous words are so perfectly expressing. For that, thank you.