Stopping before the cherry tree.

Sometimes being under the rain cloud makes the sunshine sparkle all the more. Where the raindrops transcend. Looking past the cherry tree to see that the sparkling tiny diamond-like drops stop and life beyond seems to be different than what it is at the moments time is passing. 

Ripples

Shadows of fear,
torment my heart.
Suffocating.
Gasping.
Sputtering for breath.
Tranquil waters,
nor more.
Rippled,
by the drop of a tear.

Train

The ground trembles, like a hunger grumble in my belly roars, and I know that somewhere close enough there are tracks in which another path crosses.
I choose to follow my own, let others take the ticketed route.
I have purchases one before.
Loved every minute of it. A joy ride, on the handyman work of another.
Thanks.
But I must pass, and keep going.