Here I am.
Breadcrumbs on the concrete,
and it’s raining. But not from the sky.
There are several ways to go from here,
though I don’t know which one to take and why.
Maybe I was wrong,
Maybe I could have known, or maybe not.
All I know is that I’m sitting here,
with breadcrumbs on the concrete,
and rain that
does not fall
from the sky.