rain drops fizzling
across the river's flat plain
seemingly random smatterings
of chance collisions
with waves of pinpricks
spreading over its surface

i taste the hidden pattern
but cannot see it plainly
if i could only change
my habitual gaze

then

this painted pink flower mug of water
would sprout lush in my grip

the stars of these converse sneakers
would shine warm beacons

the comings and goings of strangers
would find familiar paths

and i would know
which current
carried me here
and the next tide
to set me drifting

but

the sizzling shower
retains its secret arrangements
and i wonder
awed
by a mysterious future
in a moment of discoveries
without limit