Mar 05

More Than Always

You asked me today,
out of the corner of your mouth
whether I like the rain.

I didn't know exactly. 
The rain carries all sort
of wonderful curses.

Contemplating the sky
is unwise
I decided suddenly.
I know why the birds fly
and that's enough for me.
It should be enough. 

Maybe it's not I argued laying
in bed late last night.
Maybe everyone should crave
more sometimes. 

The world deserves
to know a little more than always.