Raindrops
Fall on the yard
Where leaves already await
Yesterday’s trip
Beside the drain
On worn out subsided roads
Today it is the sound
Which I take as kindness
A sort of companion to silence
And with that
I am taken to the Cotswolds
To the monastery
Once housed
In a brutalist modernist building
But now somewhat different
Time moves on
Societies rise and fall
I live as living proof of such
