Muse by Mike Greenacre

Listening to the rain
you’re tossed between
the nuance of meaning

from the soft pitter patter
like tentative footsteps
into somewhere unknown

to the thunderous roar
of an army of boots
stamping hold of ground

until you’re trapped by the
pounding of second thoughts—
the urge to run or hide

remembering the warmth
and security of the family home
where freedom of thought

lay somewhere outside,
waiting for you
in the driving rain.


Date: 2022

By: Mike Greenacre (1956- )


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