inspirational poem written after a long illness and hospitalization
By Ellen Karman
I woke up and took some time
to pace the streets in town.
The clouds scattered aimlessly in the sky.
They did not worry me,
as I had no destination.
And, when I got there, a raindrop greeted me.
I thought how fine!
Because it was the first drop of spring,
a drop which brought change, change without destination.
I was not anxious for I knew; rain is inevitable, just as change is.
My conclusions sent me home. And there I pondered each drop.
Then it began to pour and I became lost in my thoughts.
Thought’s without destination.