New Day smell

The water drips onto the road,
flows down the sides,
swirls for a second around the drain, and sweeps down into the dark.
The trees sway in the moist breeze,
shaded gray backdrop to wet green.
My mind drips in slow beats down into the melancholic haze at the back of my throat,
my stomach churns in uncomfortable uncertainty.
The sweetness of having your nerve endings laid bare,
as the cold air shakes and stirs you
pushes and pulls you,
carries you through thoughts, memories,
drags you down into that dark covered pool in the caverns.
you sit silently at the edge dodging conviction, sarcasm, objectivity
seeing the world raw
tasting the sad liqueurs with relish, and contentment.
the creeper that embraces the damp walls,
the moss that clings,
and you lay down to stare into the water.
The surface disturbed in ripples.