A small sort of poem

Here's something, amongst all the words that I bang out and all the diatribes I spew and all the narratives I piece together and all the rambles I jumble together, that just kind of appeared. Oh, and I liked it,


Last December when I was happy millions of tumbling drops of rain simultaneously froze in the sky and I scaled all the way up to that cloud where I curled up like a big old dog and settled into timeless sleep.