I walk out of the town pool into a grey dripping sky
Rain on my shoulders doesn’t bother me – why would it?
I’m wet
I drive my car down a grey street, above which, the lights are still on, perhaps they are yet to acknowledge the sun is awake, lying behind its thick blanket of clouds
Windscreen wipers beating in time
I pass a man
We meet at the eyes
He looks at me
I look at him
Our faces blank
Divided by a screen
I don’t know why I don’t smile
Perhaps I was there
Perhaps I was gone
Trying to get ahead of the chores for the day
But it bothered me all the way home
I usually smile
Where had I gone?
