Counting raindrops

One more on the to do list to do
one more thing that I have
missed out
One more devil to pay for
and for that
I will pay for
no doubt.

Window across the valley
mist on the mountain tops
the river runs ragged and slowly
until this all finally stops.

The chamois with feet very steady
gets ready to jump the crevasse
I think I might jump across with him, to
where the grass is much greener
it’s making me
keener to try.

If I stay I will dry up and wither
like some ear of corn in the sun,
but if I die in the taking it’s
me that is making
the choice
and the one
that is loading
the gun.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.