Contemplative Poem by Sarah Swillen
Contemplative
Staring at the rain, comfortable on my perch.
Thinking nothing things about silver hair and priorities.
Should be heavy but it doesn’t weigh me down.
Should be confusing but I’m not worried now.
I’m just glad there’s coffee, cigarettes and rain.
I’m glad there’s tomorrow and yesterday.
Because presently I am sitting, thinking nothing things and staring at the rain.
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