I can’t get where I want to be (home) because there’s an accident.
no one has arrived to sort this lane into that lane so we all just sit here, waiting.
the sky is purple and of course it starts to rain.
I dig through my lunch bag to find the tea I forgot to drink and glance up at the sunroof.
suddenly, I smile: two maple seeds swim in the middle of a fat drop of rain.
from this angle, they could be fish.
and this is what I live for — that random thing that looks so much like something else that I usually laugh out loud.
my mind itches to get home and play with the image or words somehow.
sometimes ideas work and sometimes they don’t but, whatever happens, these little things keep me looking.
This post is part of ‘What I Live For’, an online event organized by author Satya Robyn. Today, people all over the world are sharing what gives their lives meaning. In Satya Robyn’s novel ‘Thaw’, Ruth gives herself three months to decide whether she can find a reason to carry on living.