The gaps between our fingers are wider 
than we thought 
and everything falls like a rainy night when the sky’s fingers 
cannot hold enough
water while all doors in the neighbourhood are closed 
by our shadows  
 
The old trees and the clouds always lament
inviting so much rain every year; it happens with age
Appetite for everything decreases 
But you do not know your age 
and cannot accept all what you demand- either in love 
or  on a picnic’s paper plate. This a commandment 
and a general guideline for all 
who have glided in different airs 
and waded in different waters to reach 
the edge of happiness . In any case, you need to keep 
all well-maintained changes
even when all foreshore roads fall 
in the river nearby, with a garrulous sky above August settlements,
and the necessary ailments of life rise and subside
on our ten fingertips- like joy, like sorrow. They are our continuation 
of many soaps and transformations  
 
The rain falls and descends 
to a low height as the months in a calendar  
collapse to resist time 
and water goes down fast, a flight as straight 
as an official meteorologist’s white mind, to touch everything 
what we collectively name as the past –
the old shoe boxes 
with a dry sky inside and the old stars