The Precedent

Like a flower, the rain

Like dew drops plain.

Like music in silence

Like a sight forgotten

In all it’s shyness.

What is meant to be ?

What’s coincidence….

What is chaos?

What’s the difference.

Is it true,

If hard to believe.

Is it imagery ?

Tainted, unseen!

Is it simplicity….

Or is it Complicated ?

The complications

like a churning wheels….

Hurdled by obstacles.

Is it Really a problem ?

Or an unseen solution!

Is it Really the chaos…

Or a proud precedent.

Like the dizzy array

Like Playing clay

Like the chitter chatter

The spatter precedes the Rain.

– J