The light rain was unexpected, now a steady drip
spills off the roof onto a metal housing, creating
the sound effect of a musician’s metronome.
It’s keeping time with the moments of my life,
we are synchronized to a rain pulse, the sky
is our immense heartbeat, nothing is separate,
nothing is excluded from the performance.
This morning, any random ideas which I may have
retreat to a respectful distance in the background —
they know their place in the scheme of things,
how it is rude and inappropriate to interfere.
In the garden, many flowers are currently blooming,
their blossoms are keeping time with bird song,
they all appreciate a light rain in mid-May,
just before the hot days are due to arrive.
I can’t say what it is I’m doing out here,
it would throw this whole piece out of tune.
Everything is watching me without comment
or judgment, everything has its own secrets too.