The dark grey mountains rise
Covered with thick cloud
The forest is spread across the land
Like a casually thrown rug
It throws light and shadow
In a chaotic pattern
I can hear the soft pattering
I'd like to think of it as running animals
But it's probably rain
The world is richly beautiful
And incredibly surreal
And when I awake, I can see
The light from the deli across the street
Shining on my cracked ceiling
I'm too lethargic to sigh.

By Ian Foote

from Concrete Thoughts 2