Through the Glass

The rain washes away my words as fast as I can scribble.
The clouds obscure the past and the future.
I don't want to live for the present.

Two people walk to the end of the jetty to stare at their ever changing reflection.
It absorbs them for a minute.
The ozone pushes them on.
No laughter.

The monotonous sounds of unstoppable life
raised in a cacophony of defiance.
my voice becomes one of the many
shouting, screaming insignificance.