drenched

My chair

It’s a chair. It bears my failures and mistakes.

I sit on it, and does at least what needs to be done: revolve.

My chair is rather close to the window on purpose, off course.

I swivel and stare at the building’s patio whenever I deem it

Our lot is quite huge in my eyes

A lawn huge enough to make people believe it’s huge.

People criss-cross along it with their pets at times, some children play soccer on it

I only like to admire it like a voyeur of sorts whenever my eyes seek respite

from the screen before me

I notice the many trees that dot our common garden area

The almost nearly new leaves for this warm season

are drenched in water today

It drizzles so ever lightly

The sky is filled with light grey clouds

the wind is strong to sway the branches

but not enough to shake off the accumulated

water on the leaves

The branches bend heavy with rain

these trees are lush, vigorous and vibrant with life today

It is a fight of the elements though

I know the warmth of the season wants to impose itself

I can feel the humidity battle the artic winds or is it its will?

So I imagine

from my chair, in my boxers