Counting minutes

We hurry through an
afternoon of thunderstorms.
Drizzle zig zag splashing
fast steps as winds
brush over hair.
Tracing footsteps
trance-like in yellow fog.
We have discovered
no solutions.

Going home across moist
blackness. This day finished.
Another piece of the puzzle gone.
Raindrops shimmer on branches....
alluvial petals, watery bouquets.