Poem: The Rain Frees Me

[Detail from mural at Nanaimo and Hastings...Vancouver].
"The rain frees me today...
from the epic maker's delusions...
The dropletted window...
and the low cloud cover...
focus me in on tiny things...
yellow hibiscus leaf...
on floor vacuumed yesterday...
half loaf of cellophaned brown bread...
on granny laced dining table...
two pens...one blue...one yellow...
waiting on the chesterfield's arm...
and a thousand other little things...
that lie scattered around my silent shelter...
Today...the rain...has wanded them all...
with deep meaning...
that the white sun of yesterday...
kept hidden from me"..............
........................Quester.