God Is Feeding The Flowers Poem by Steven S. Walsky

God is feeding the flowers
and the rain is beating a tattoo on my window
its almost dark
not quite dark
that time between day and night
when the quiet is broken by breathing

Colors dissolve into gray scale
letting shadows escape from obscurity
My window weeps
tiny rivers
the sill a reflecting pond
stars will soon dance within the shimmering pool

The rain suddenly stops
and the world seems to suddenly go silent
breaths held
senses alert
the disturbing quiet laughs all around us
life becomes suddenly meaningful


(Copyright Steven S. Walsky 2008)