Musings Of a Passerby

Absentmindedly put a vinyl on the record player, An antique I'd picked from the roadside trailer. Brewed some hot coffee at the kitchen counter To the slow beat, across the room I saunter. Plop down on a cushion at the window sill Feet snugly curled, a well mastered skill. In reflection to my thoughts, clouds outside spill Eager pen, an empty book, a deadline to fulfil. Pitter-patter in rhythm against the window pane Lost in thought, I drift down the memory lane, Jumping in the backyard puddles of the first rain Driven back right inside with Grandpa’s willow cane. Flash forwards, some boring exam in the downpour Distracted I daydream, a minute or about four Tiny mewling,a drenched kitten shivering by the door Test forgotten I rush out, guess what mattered more? Furthermore, I’m stuck in a place clocking hours A routine job, with huge workload towers In the black pool of umbrellas,only one with red flowers...