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