Dampened

Afternoon sky of uniform gray managed to drip soft rain for half an hour. The acorn woodpeckers didn't bother to take refuge on the dry side of the utility pole. I saw their flights reflected where the pavement got wet enough to mirror the sky. The clouds, weakening, let moonlight through once night fell. The rain had been unexpected, which made its early end less disappointing. But the day had been so cool that, when the moon appeared, there remained upon the street wet patches in which its light was caught, and there I found it floating underfoot, perhaps reflected again in my eyes for any small nocturnal creature who might have been watching. What reflection of myself might have been in their eyes I'd never have seen.

( Sunday Verse )