After Rain Poem by Joseph D E Phillips

As clouds broke down
the sun reached in
and warmed my bones
and baked my skin.

I looked around
over water and park
and that was the spot
I stayed until dark.

A spark turned to flame
that fanned in my brain
and I promised not
to cater to pain.

I took on the man
and put down the boy.
I make my own purpose.
I make my own joy.

I've no idea
how long I sat
beside the water
and pondered that

but the sun receded
and street lights reflected
like glitter across
the pond I neglected.

Ducks chattered loudly
desperate to fight
for bits of bread
in the pond that night.