Life pours its bounty down on me
I need an umbrella to see out of the downpour
on top of me, puddling at my feet, making them wet.
Nonsense pours itself into my cups from the
neverending supply that once ripe is
as sweet as peaches, tangy as lemons.
And through my fingers inky words
do slap and slop onto the screen where
in bits and bytes for all the world to see.
Nanas eyes are watching me and they know
a secret of a time and a war beyond borders
and peoples. It’s her family and that includes
me, and though she eyes suspiciously, does she care?