Equinox

Rain in rivulets

runs trickling down windows.

Opaque images of trees,

violent against the pale skyline,

fight through the gloom

and cast shifting shadows

over the seated figure.

The boy gazes, silent,

lost in another world.

He watches the rain

jagged line of pines beyond

but they do not register.

He sees only the window

and you.

You waved at him

through that very window

then returned to your own life.

He wishes you were back,

rain dripping on the porch.