the rain keeps fall fall falling
on my head hair hands
I am drenched, soaked, washed
feel clean, better, fresh.

I am alive, well, becoming content
BUT
contentment breeds apathy breeds death.

So am I really feeling alive?
or are you feeling alive?
or is that just eventual death and decay?

I have all these questions
no answers
but that's the way I like it.
just like being wet and knowing
death lurks
crouched and tense
sinewy muscles pulled tight

do you see that in life there is death
and such there is life in death.

© J. Bernhard

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