waiting on the wet

Photographing the bike is becoming a habit, but the light was irresistible, sneaky 'bob'.


It was only minutes before this rain was over me, but for a moment it was cool to watch it blow in without getting wet.


Much to the disappointment of the rain the flowers never cry.


as the center draws
nearer the balance
comes without effort


separated into layers
based on three being two
dimensional distortion


like water on a duck's back
beaks battle for supremacy
in sprinkler paradise


whether circular or not
designations spaced correctly
like bricks lead to the middle


implied by texture
and purpose of named object
rain is falling


one tiny impression made in the stone
acts as vortex for the expression
of one eye balanced


only at angles conducive to intuition does the physical expression of spirit manifest for a moment like a muse visits an empty room of no thought and incites a riot of words cascading like torrential rain drowning the artist seeking expression now victim to the evidence presented of other realms of continuation calling until the return to align polarities and finally discover that which was never seen