Information Takes Over

Over darkening windows,
water runs rivers slantwise,
while the train tunnels
head on into wind.

Rickety rails outside.
Coats steam inside.

Sucking doors divulge passengers
to deluged platforms.
I smile confident and assured
that this is not my stop.

As I cycled home,
I saw darkness before me,
and I heard a rumble in the air.
A storm approached.

Then I saw hail begin to fall.
Not yet on me,
but hanging in the sky
like a daylight borealis.

I sought refuge.
As the storm bore down
for it’s twenty minute
wild abandon,
I hid,
cowered under a tree.
A lime.

You know when you’ve made a mistake,
But only when that mistake is too late.

You know when you make a mistake,
that changing anything changes nothing.

So…
I stood.
protected from hail,
but destined to grow sticky,
as the rain mix washed down through the tree
And deposited it’s load on me.

After storm had abated,
I cycled home,
some what belated.
And made a mental note.

To self.
Blast,
I stood under a lime.
Don’t do that next time.

It may be The dullest blog in the world, but it reads like poetry. Most entries read as follows…

• I was somewhere,
• Doing something,
• Thought about something else
• Decided not to

They have a certain “je ne say que” . Indeed.