Sudden rain moves across our conversation
Out the café window.
My eyes turn round,
Following the watery sheets,
Or dreaming again.
.
I feel your eyes on my face
Yet I don’t turn to see,
Held, instead, by wet passersby.
Except from the corner I can feel
How deeply you can look.
.
And I can’t turn now, fearful
Break your gaze, then what?
But I should, easy enough
Forgetting fears vanish simply
when faced
So why not now?
.
Now?
Before I realize I missed it all.
.
What did you see?
See me missing it all?
Ha!
.
Watched rain rolls away
Down across the field,
Quiet again.
Shaken Rain 