It feels just as grey as the grey rain
That the rain shall still be here
when I am gone
That the birds that cower in the trees
shall be here as well when I am gone
For each rain is the same rain
each bird the same bird
Building blocks of the perennial
“Rainy day with bird” tableau
And every observer is the same observer
as it watches the rain fall
from behind a pane of glass
There are endless iterations
of watchers, feathers and droplets
But merely a single flicker
of our particular soul
A miraculous self seeing the world
in a particular manner
Loving, hating other miracles
in a particular way
At the particular end
of a miraculous journey

Victor Alejandro Wainer
Victoria, BC
August 30th,2025