Dostoyevsky and The Rain

The Idiot saw its first rain

yesterday

Soaked in the drops,

sitting next to the window.

Dostoyevsky wouldn’t have been happy

but Mama left the window open.

 

There was nothing I could do,

nothing to be done.

 

Now it’s sun-bathing.

Trying to make itself understandable.

The Idiot still grins,

maybe it doesn’t care that it is

useless until it’s dry

and clear.

Advertisements

One Reply to “Dostoyevsky and The Rain”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s