December 4, 2012


It's been raining
all night long,
an endless tapping
in the gutters above,
the world awash
in runoff below, sounding
like it cannot go on.
The bed is so lovely,
safe and warm,
if only I could stay here,
the road looming
dark and full of harm,
still, I know I must
be moving on, wipers
singing their steady song,
the same rain running
off your roof, soaks me
quickly to the bone,
stopping me somewhere
I don't belong,
taking me back
where I first
came from.