Umbrella


People always say life should have meaning but more often

I just raise my umbrella casually letting it block 

something, or let something slip away

The sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella feels like some kind of reminder



We spend too much time distinguishing right
 
from wrong so much that we forget all 

answers grow old

and the wind never cares where it 

blows

Perhaps you, too, feel that restless weariness

like a wilderness, boundless yet inescapable


Sometimes I wonder if 

I could freeze a moment in time

would it be this one

right here in this rain?

We do nothing, just listening

to the breathing under the umbrella

and the time passing away outside it