Drops of Days

a bucket of raindrops sits beside the walkway
where the going have finally gone, and I
throw a stone to see where it will land.
There I go to where the bucket gathers drops of rain
drops of days gone by
where I haven’t been this way.

and things are looking different than before, so I
take a breath and forget to remember-
starting over again with Joy
as though it wasn’t the first time.

I’ve danced upon this street in the rain, like
every other undignified romantic in this busy place
they call a quiet town
well it’s busy on the inside
and a thousand times I’ve wondered
where it all goes after the sun breaks through.

now I must know only this could be, that it
falls and falls away to come again
come differently
but some stay resting in this bucket
belonging to the sky
belonging to no one-
drops of days.

I’ll take them back, I promise
just let me walk in this rain one last time;
You know it won’t be long
and I’ll be gone again.