there is so much more happening
than you and I will ever know.

look at these words,
look long enough and
they start to lose meaning,
become shapes and symbols,
and then colors and shades,
in a pattern as arbitrary as the
artful arrangement of raindrops
against a moving train window

and if that’s all this thought amounts to,
it’s an association I am proud of,
and one that makes me wonder, 
is there really so much more 
happening, than
raindrops on 
a window?