a simple notion

In rain

grasses make a bed of whispers

as feet slide and glide over glassy ground.

Streets make jewels of lights and flashes,

 rooster tails rise off puddles, while I stride
on near-empty pavement.
Tunneled visions I keep 

of searches I’ve made,

treasures I've found, the path

on which I'm bound.

Like time and tides, tomorrows 

rise and fall; but for it all

it is an ever simple notion:

whether we drag nails in the ground

or hold arms wide ....

in welcomed embrace.