I drink vodka shots out of my mother's fine china teacups
and I think, is that it? Is that all there is?
Life, another breathe, another night
To pray for dreamless dreams.
The moon shines bright over the flooded river
The debris stuck on every recognisable thing
The flood water stick tilted sideways
Making a mockery of its sole intent
That is all there is.
#poetry #rainevents
