December 12: Rain Through Windows

Through one, I watched the dogs observe the rain

That started falling just as we returned

From misting walk to home and hearth again,

For future outings they were unconcerned.

And on the bus another, blurred by fog

Within with rain without, the route by rote

I know, or orientation’d be a slog,

For those with bags strapped underneath their coats.

At night, though salty drops obscure my view

Of audience beyond proscenium,

I see the now-familiar born anew

And to the present ecstasy succumb.

So welcome, show...