In Which We Try to Read the Writing on the Wall

Okay, so technically, it's a floor, but still . . .

It's been rainy for several days, and we found a new friend on the front porch this morning.

It looked like he was trying to write us a message, but I admit we struggled to understand the words . . .

We thought it might be a poem about the rain.

(Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands . . . )*

Or maybe a story about a memory from a long-forgotten dream.

Or lyrics from a song we used to sing.

(Do you remember it, babe?)

The soundtrack: Neil Diamond, If You Know What I Mean.

*Credits: This is a line from a favorite e.e. cummings poem: somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond. I first fell in love with this poem after hearing it quoted in Woody Allen's 1986 comedy/drama, Hannah and Her Sisters. You can read the poem in its entirety here.