your words

there isn't a day better to write
than a rainy one
the sky is already open,
your mind ready to follow
your willing pen
not distracted by the sun
or the laughter outside

your pen doesn't question you
or why you choose this life
of a poet
alone with your words
and lined paper

you, always with this wish
that swells inside
this wish that one person,
also alone on a rainy day
may be sitting at a second hand
computer and
he reads your words ,
and they sink into him
as if a bite of chocolate cake
or a warm bath
they steep into his mind deep
and your reader knows
your words
are the ones
he's always been looking for