The rain came 
my windows weep
like my mother 
did when dad
died from top
to bottom one 
drop meets another 
then meets another 
and soon a
river forms flowing 
downstream finally catching 
on sill or
for her sweater
and now all 
I see is
my mother in 
my window and 
all I remember 
is what a
broken heart looks 
like it rains 

The rain here
like most everything 
comes from north
and my window 
faces that way
some face west
too but north 
is from where 
all things come 
including the rain 
which now tap
dances on glass 
little pitter patters
tiny interruptions asking 
me for attention 
maybe to talk 
maybe to introduce 
nature to me 
I always turn 
around see nothing 
nature it appears 
disappears teasing like 
a child playing 
hide and seek 

I choose quiet 
today peace calm
and serenity over 
people some music 
mostly twinkling piano
dancing and twirling 
about my head
and of course 
coffee hot with 
cream it too
tastes of quiet
and oh lights 
inside and out 
quiet little things 
be near or
far tiny dots 
or warm wash
I choose quiet 
today before sunrise 
starts its chaos

I have assembled 
a few things 
sculpture mostly placed 
atop heralding forms
bodies mostly posing
almost all suggest 
thought theirs mine
too maybe quiet
thought expressing thoughts 
in natural ways 
a few nudes
and one angel 
they remind me 
that all thoughts 
are usually drawn 
from something else 
that thoughts aren’t 
by their very 
nature often original
but something else 

Greed and selfishness 
has all but 
wrung out the 
very few last 
droplets of humanity 
from the sour
dishrag that our 
society has become 
no longer finding 
the fresh water 
we drink from 
poisoned taps believing 
what we’re told 
rather than trusting 
our own instincts 
and questioning those 
elected to lead 
repeatedly repeating come
drink from here
it’s cold clear 
and so fresh 
that you’ll forget 
all about your 
small miserable lives