The empty streets

I walk the empty streets tonight

Paddling my way through lazy thoughts littered around me.

This way and that I see how I try to grasp, and contain,

The wispy reality which is but a dream I saw tomorrow.

There is an urge in all man

And when it finds itself fulfilled

By the way a branch twists into the open sky,

By the way a cloud embraces the mountain top for a halting retreat

By the way a bird flutters its wings open,

Then and there, this and that Meet

And the journey of a thousand miles in finished in one step.

I am back again on the empty streets,

Thoughts wetted by the rain, join the stream

Into the drain.

The rent is paid and the celebration continues!