Today I am walking through the rain.
I brace against the cold with every step.

I will not try to predict the weather.
I cannot describe where the breeze is from.
I do not know where the wind is going.

Today I met a tall stranger.
We talked about the future.
Each of his concepts were clear.
The ideas he had were intriguing.

In my distraction I became lost.
I do not know where I am.
I do not know where I am going.
I am not afraid of being chilled.
I walk proudly with my eyes raised.

The rain is easing and my wonder fades.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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