Muffled twilight of a too early dusk cradles me
In my perambulations
Under a sharply pelting tropical express
Condensation of half the Pacific unleashed
This island being a tripwire to the continent
Broad black brim of the stetson
Provides the most immediate drumskin
Percussive patterns tiptap across each sodden view
Backbeating drops splash waxgreened arbutus leaves
Moss modulates the rocky snare
As I stare
And stare
Into the darkening distance
Hardly seeing the lights
Pondering
To the rhythm of rain’s ratatatat
This point of singularity
This now
Nowness
Immediacy in the moment
Now
Alone
Now
Alone
Now
David Trudel © 2012
Love the rhythm in this, David. The images are beautiful too; with that lonely close quite poignant, as well.
Thanks Susan, it was an easy write after experiencing the moment.