the ides

i hadn't known it was going to rain
silently she
is the maid of march
days i've lived before
but not at 24
not so long ago
i had it all
my future
a spec in the sky
and now i am at the brink
of the great horizon
my bare feet
& nail bitten hands
never planned beyond this
the space between
tomorrow and yesterday
the glitch of a moment apparition
and the uncertainty that follows
a simpler shiva
with arms reaching
every which way
and a heart
as large as a raised fist
but invisible
to a materialist
how could i forget the rain
and the warmth of home
how could i forget
that i still have a long way to go....