Smeared Lights

its a rainy night.

traffic lights smear through the pavement

making it simple to weep

without wandering eyes 

And hard to sleep

Because tomorrow is dry 

The wet has a way 

of grounding

The scattered and drifting thoughts

Of sounding the bell 

for the herd to punch the clock

Like a settling of dust

On the floor of the brain

retreating within 

Justified by the rain

Why do the storms 

Make it okay to stop

the sunshine glorify

Racing the clock

Give me a rainy night

Before a thousand sunny days

That I may come alive

This heart of simple ways