And Finally The Rain

There is a rhythm to the everyday while travelling, being a guest in the house of good friends: tea cooling beside the window, cats slipping in and out, a garden after the rain.

Puzzled
like pansies
by passing strangers,
I rewind our conversation
again and again . . .

In poems of just a few lines, "And Finally The Rain" captures what we take with us on our journeys, what we leave behind, and how this affects us: a slow and subtle change.