grapefruit

i think this is it


the curtains i made are billowing in the window.
i'm sitting in the floor and can feel the breeze on me.
i've got the apartment dark. i'm thinking of lighting candles.
i can hear a distant rumble and i know storms are rolling in.
i think i'll go get a bottle of wine, too.

this afternoon the clouds were big white puff balls and now their gray stretches across the sky as far as my eyes can see.

the thunder isn't booming like the other night,
it's more of a purr today.

i want to straighten up.
i don't really know why i came here.
i'm glad i did, but...
my words feel kindof empty.

i'm going to finish reading a story
and listen to the rain
and lay on the rug in the living room
and watch the tree tops sway for as long as the light will allow me.

it's nearly gone,
and a bit earlier than usual.
the onset of spring's longer days makes no difference to the cloud cover.
it wants to be dark now.
and i'm okay with that.
i'll watch the water rush in a while,
but now i'm having fun seeing the birds flee for shelter.

here comes the rain again.
it smells fresh and cold.