And it’s raining out of nowhere

Like the sky has changed moods

And the mist in the paddocks

Is blocking the view

of the cold blue hills in the distance

The iron on the roof

is prickling in response

But I’m not really listening though my nerves twitch along

with the musical notes that pour from the down pipe

I’m drinking coffee

and thinking of things past

The way you do on days that time has stretched taut

then released

Flaccid as an empty sigh

And twice as useless

Thoughts go by and I wish I could choose them

just a little more wisely