and then the rain stopped

you emerge onto an endless field

happiness stretches behind you like a blue wave

you look ahead and see it in the distance

your shoes are heavy, your coat warm

memories of yesterday are beginning to come back

the window, the street outside, the rain

there was just you, the radio

the rain, and the street outside

it might have been that way for hours

you, the radio, the street outside, the rain

(might have been)

a word was reverberating in your head

a word you couldn’t grasp

it was something about categories of things

it may have been taxonomy, maybe not

you think it was to do with butterflies,

stamps or other collectible things,

possibly

then

the one o’clock pips went on the radio

you remember saying to yourself

must go for a walk tomorrow

and then the rain stopped