Coffee & Bread

I’ve been waiting for this rain for days now…
It came down,
Like electricity overhead, the city
Felt magnetic, wet to the stem.

I’m sitting at the kitchen table with some coffee & bread
Just wrote an email to an old friend that read:
Dear: You, Words. Love: Me…..thats it.
If not tonight, hell read it in the morning
He’ll smile, send similar words before he forgets.

I’m a random thought for others,
A praise, a blame, a kiss, a handshake
Whichever the case…
I’ve always been here for the whole thing.
From the first steps, to playgrounds and graduations
to speakers that play sounds, then exclamations
From a clenched wheel on a rainy road
To a stencil feel from a nameless terminal
To dressy shoes, held-back hair in front of strangers,
Yet I had objectives, so I spoke like Ive known them for years
I left a good impression I think, for I never once let them blink.

I closed the door behind me, followed that feel, for I was starving
I walked past living rooms flooded with remote light, toys and noise
I went to the kitchen table, spread out my words into poetry and prose
My records on this day that the rains came….
Just another day….
Where I was there for the whole thing….