The rain woke me at three
I listened for a while
and then I made tea.
It’s not raining
between the raindrops
it’s not dry but wet.
I got sidetracked by the expansion and contraction of time and space which threw a spanner in the works which probably works like time and space, see what I mean? this is the last but one dream before we grow old
before someone has to tie our shoelaces and remind us who we are
before the mirror no longer recognises the face before it and I think we’re all heading for it.
and it’s still not raining between the raindrops.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.