Lost in a Puddle (Only Partly Here)

Based on the Prose of the same name, found here.

Rain came down in sheets this morning,

spring was nowhere to be found.

Watched the rivers on my windshield,

Hoping for something more profound.

Asked a puddle what it stood for,

it had nothing much to say.

It had no official opinions,

It was the truest thing all day.

And I am only partly here,

half in, half disappeared.

Trying to gather all the pieces

the way rain gathers on the ground.

I am only partly here,

but I’m learning not to fear,

these quiet nights that pull me

back all the way around.

The day went on without warning,

everyone stayed in their roles.

I kept on my woolen armour,

felt the weight against my soul.

Came home and tried to write it,

all the chaos, all the noise.

But the words just would not meet me,

like they’d lost their steady voice.

There’s a ghost out on the patio

dancing in the rain,

sometimes I understand her

adrift without a name.

And I am only partly here,

half in, half disappeared.

Trying to gather all the pieces

the way rain gathers on the ground.

I am only partly here,

but I’m learning not to fear,

these quiet nights that pull me

back all the way around.

There’s a ghost out on the patio

dancing in the rain,

sometimes I understand her

adrift without a name.

Yeah, I am only partly here,

but I’m coming back, my dear.

Let the water pull me closer,

let the noise all disappear.

Yeah, I am only partly here,

but I’m learning how to stay,

meeting pavement, meeting air,

joining pieces on the way.