Foiled

Nature has measured up again

Blasting us with water

Grumbling like a naughty child

Rebellious

Sandra S.

space and time

She sits quietly, noticing the rain

the gentle tap-tap

that measures the minutes

that drift into hours

and before it can even begin

the day has ended

and she has not moved forward

not even an inch

but her heart is light as she buries

her soul in the story

of love and loss and survival