Sometimes when it rains on a summer night
I lay out breathing, thinking lightly
It seems as though I’m wandering between the winding willows
Traipsing the seldom trodden paths of my mind

The tree trunk moves down into the ground, and I think I could follow it

I sink. . .
If never I had felt icy surf and the waves like hands
Grasping my clothes and tugging
Each raindrop might be like a flood
So large, it would sweep everything away and me with it

But here I sit unmoved- a stone
I am cursed to weather slowly and become smooth
Soon I will be small, and everything large
Then the rain will carry me away.