Things

How often

Does one let themselves

Be drenched with rain

In an inconvenient place?

Pushed down a new road

When the tree lay afallen

A full wind

Like a signature on your skin

Curling round and away

Breathing slow

Keys in pocket

Finding a stream

And watching things happen

Doing those things, for once

If only once

While you let yourself...

Otherwise there are things to be done

Things to get back to.