Elementary, My Dear Watson...

Rain soaked soul today,
waterlogged and barely afloat
going from window to window
checking out the front door
to see if sunshine might come knocking there
Restless hands that won't stay still
but feet of clay, a day of almost no will
Thoughts wander, sometimes too far,
back in to the past;
turns in the road that went by so fast
and suddenly you've lost direction
the familiar becomes unfamiliar
changes in scenery bear closer inspection
for despite all of our powers of detection
in the end we only see what we want to see...
10-05-10