Realizing late in the evening that the day had almost past and I had not committed to composing a poem for the OctPoWriMo–31 poems/31 days project, I set to the task. I don’t remember falling asleep, nor placing the handmade notebook on the window sill. I only recall the sound of rain falling through the gutter outside the window. This morning, in the notebook, I saw these few lines:
for a raindrop
to climb down
a glass window pane
It’s nearer to a haiku in form, but I have no idea where I intended to take the poem. Maybe I don’t need to take it anywhere. Maybe it is what shall be–a fragment.