I can feel the rain sometimes,

I only wish I knew why.

So much has happened,

it’s difficult to distinguish 

what matters, what pretends.

I know I’ve had occasion,

to recognize a deep value

in what is life. That inspiration,

always plausible and other-

wise impossible to deny, is 

really the core of my being.

That spiritual reckoning,

asks me to wish otherwise,

keeps me living inside

a realm of honesty.

I just haven’t found a way,

to stretch my imagination beyond.