we drift
a ship of fools marching ahead toward a splash of rain next week All the rain in these parts Drains to Bay returning to the sea The important water falls as snow up in the Sierras once winter is over the giant snow cone on the mountain top melts trickles down the water becoming the primary building block of all the new life next spring as we drift gravitationally attached to this rock inhabiting a small drainage west of the mountains all of it hurling thru space
