The truth of feeling

Today was a good day,

and now I'm reduced to journaling

by lamplight in my room, while eating

peanut butter m&ms, of course.

The m&ms are a coping mechanism,

the journal a habit of thought.

You see, neither really do their job.

It'd be easier if I were not.

But the truth of the matter,

if the matter is what you want,

is that feelings are fleeting

and fleeting they're permanently not.

I once saw a raindrop, perfectly clear

drop like a gem from the sky.

It shone and twinkled like a wish toward my eye,

and I tell you wish I didn't, not in that moment.

In that moment there was only me

and the drop, twice refracted, once reflected.

All of everything in the sun on rain,

I was everything in the ebb and flow of a sun-shower rain.