Time

Raindrops fall like acupuncture –
sticking to skin,
thinking for a moment,
then falling off.

How strange it is, that the souls
these raindrops hit
have little time to stop and think
even for a moment –

They pace down whitewashed corridors,
spouting words they do not know
and scolding their children for not
dotting the ends of sentences,

which contain unfinished thoughts
(that aren’t allowed either, because they waste time).
They run from room to room and check their phones on the way,
because they might’ve missed a business call.

They walk past yellowing plants which are thrown into pots
and expected to live, like
thoughts that are formed in busy minds
but not given breathing space.

Busier than raindrops,
they do what they’ve abeen told to do,
and forget
to make time.