At the intersection

#7 At the intersection

I don’t like it easy
I’d rather wait for it to rain.
I’d rather break my watch
to forget my time.

Impressions a failing mind,
a faster heart,
imagining a shadow to fall
from a building so tall
that when it hits the ground,
I won’t be around.

But where will I be?
How long and how far?

I solve the cloud,
not the rain.
I will still be wet
in months of sunlight,
making faces at passing cars,
searching for a sound
that breaks my glass
and once again
I will extend my stay
at the intersection,
in a similar pattern of random memories.