Sometimes

Sometimes I look up at the sky, 

Mesmerized,

And I can't breathe

Because the sheer vastness of it all

The fact that there are millions of stars, galaxies

In this endless triumph of a universe 

I will never see it in all its glory

Just this small piece of home

But it will be enough

Sometimes I remember the past

and I think of long-gone smiles, 

Weary arms and fallen times

There is no escape from memories

Choking and sweet as they are

Bitter and strange to the taste

Sometimes I simply wait and watch

The flow of people sifting through

My daily hourglass

There will come a time

When I, too, will join the shifting sands

But for now I am content

To be an outsider,

A outcast to the rest

Sometimes, a drop of rain will fall

On my cheek as a summer storm visits,

Anxious to quench the thirsting grass

Your day will come, too

When all the little wonders,

And the sunken memories,

And the forgotten friends,

Will come rushing back 

Like so many thunderclouds

And the rain will come again.

Author's Note

This has no rhythm, no meter, no stanzas, no set pattern. Complete freeform.
Any and all reviews are appreciated.

Reviews

[annie lee]

This is beautiful.

"There is no escape from memories
Choking and sweet as they are
Bitter and strange to the taste"

An amazing complex thought: memories are all those things, aren't they? Like sweet and sour, salty and sweet, spicy and bland, memories are the odd pairings of taste we crave. The rain as a metaphor to tears is a lovely one too. Well done.