g.u.t

it has been raining on the mountains

for the last seven hours

 

he has been busy –

sitting at his desk

looking at the rain that falls

incessantly on the mountain

far away

 

gray, gray, gray –

all gray outside the window

falling rain

 

the room that he sits in, yellow –

all yellow, the walls of his room –

yellow, yellow, yellow all yellow

on this side of the window

 

such a monochrome moment

this one, in gray

violently attacked by the yellowness

of the yellow walls – and here (in this moment

of monochrome memories and

                muddled mindless middle)

all is one and one is all – he

is the rain on the mountain

and yellow is gray is

                yellow and a man and the mountain

are the same in yellow

and in gray