The window and a puddle and the angle just so
Light strikes the ceiling
Flickering to catch my attention
Which comes and goes
Till I decide to watch as it comes and goes
The light, that is
But still thoughts drift in and out
Wavering like the surface of the water
I saw a photo once of a man nailing the tide to the beach
A handful of nails and a hammer
Like trying to stop time
And these aimless thoughts