Abuddha

Late at night alone
I sit listening
to the tock tock tock
of raindrops dancing rooftop.

The patter of rain
drapes like a blanket
over night’s shoulders —
rhythmic murmured lullaby.

This moment, awake.
And this one. Now this.
This moment too, eternal.

droplets on web
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2 Comments on “Abuddha”

  1. mary petro Says:

    I like these words … they whisper “sleep” <3

  2. Kathryn Says:

    Yes, they do! 🙂 That late night awareness of all that is unseen… and the other realm we call sleep.

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