a couple poems on this rainy SF day.

pitter patter

pitter patter
the droplets race
pitter patter
the ground laced
pitter patter
the humans hide
pitter patter
as the oceans stride

nothing to see

tingling fingers,
pinching innards
disconnect feelings
and entangle urges

trying to run
begets walking;
trying to sing
begets croaking
willing to be
leaves nothing to see.

This is the 73rd installment in my experiment of publishing raw, lightly edited mini-essays every day towards achieving 100 public pieces. Check out the rationale and the full list here.