8.24.09

something somewhere compels me and i have to pick up this pen and write. and as the rain bounces off the pool, forming crystal marbles of water, and as it streaks the windows like bark on a tree, i see life. i see this miracle and the feeling washed over me, filing my brain with the weighted weightless sensation of submersion. patterns call my vision forth, bring me inside or away or swirling around and throughout. shimmers. ornate metal work becomes snarling gargoyles of stone watching over this surface with malice and ill-intent, but colors that surround them offer a steady and determined fight for happiness or perhaps simply contentment or acceptance of this life as it must be.