mother nature’s son

secrets spilling sands
of time// moments breaking
like glass// hours of empty
clumping together like toad-
stools under the densest ferns

rain beats on the roof// plipplops
repetitively reminding me how
time marches on// i can no longer
keep count on my own// clock
faces cloak my confusion

minutes dripdrop into morning//
animals scritchscratch in the walls
but this does not bother me–
every creature deserves asylum from
the eye of Mother Nature’s storm

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