After the rain, a clearness greets early morning.
We move about, tapping sweetly in the dark,
our voices still soft and filled with heart.
Our child cries in excitement or pretend pain.
We rush to her with life lessons, sure of our wisdom,
certain it will carry her through the years ahead!
So what remains of the morning, of yesterday’s rain?
A familiar numbness as we leave home,
a loving chill before the sun warms us again.
By Rüdiger Rückmann
Written on 2 March 2017