| I sit in an unlit room as rain comes (September 23, 2003) I sit in an unlit room as rain comes down outside, and I listen to the drops and imagine the wet grass, wet trees, wet buildings and asphalt outside the walls that surround me. Above me the floor creaks with each step taken by a man I know, and I envision him walking around his small apartment. Occasionally, I hear a vehicle drive past, but that is the extent of the universe that I can grasp and understand at this moment. Beyond the bubble of my world there are people and places, ideas and objects, everything and everyone that is, and all that was and will be. It is a joyous thought, that there is so much to see and to know, but it is also scary to think that my hourglass is spilling sand, and that I will never be able to see and know it all. |