Intermission

To call it a downpour would only be sufficient!
Precipitation falls in buckets, causing my umbrella to invert.
I stop at a cafe on a street in a neighborhood of a city.
A beauty strolls by with leggings and charm, and across the asphalt river,
a massing of anonymities huddle away from the radio-static blanket.
The taste tells me that no one has ordered decaf today.
Priorities lie elsewhere.
I’m trying to build the final part of a gift and process a very old roll of film,
which could very well have anything to show for itself.
Subsidence happens to all.
Music plays even if no one is there to hear it.
Minds should never focus on anything for too long,
at risk of creating turmoil-
The best thoughts are worthy of burning.

Advertisements

Published by

errorattic

Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s